Fractured

Chapter 2

I can't help but feel my mothers burning eyes staring at me as I walk down stairs. And right away I know she's judging me.

I have to try harder, to make her happy.

The stairs seem endless while I make my way dow them, it's very hard to walk in this dress, it's way to tight. Maybe I'm just not used to it. All i know is it is very uncomfortable.

Finally I make it to the bottom of the stairs and it seems like everyone is watching my every move. It makes walking in my high heels and pink dress even more awkward than what it already is. But I glance across the living room my eyes quickly scanning each unrecognizable face, and no one is looking at me. They're all engaged in there own conversations. Relief washes threw me that is until I make the mistake of looking at my mother. Her eyes are disapproving me and my entrance, or maybe just myself as a human being. Who knows with her.

But either way I know I'm not giving my hundred percent to please my mother, and I probably should. So I decide to at least give my ninety five percent to the older guy standing to my left.

"Hello. It's a pleasure meeting you." I say to the person a middle aged man in his forties with his hair slicked back, and an too expensive blue suit on.

"As it is you I'm John Porter, Conners father." He says while wrapping a arm around his sons neck. It weird that Ive never noticed Conner before, he looks uncomfortable but does nothing in an attempt to remove his fathers arm. Conners mood is visible, his whole demeanor changes from uncomfortable to angry, in a mere ten seconds. Now he's giving the side of Johns face a glare. And to say if looks could kill John would be halfway dead. Im watching the exchange between father and son, John seems oblivious to everything thats going on around him, he just gives off the vibe of someone who demands attention. Demands to be in charge, and immediately I'm weary of him.
Maybe it's the way he's looking at me, he's regarding me as someone lower than him. Of less importance and it annoys the hell out of me.

"You guys sure have a nice house." John says while still holding onto a his sons shoulders. After a few moments Conner shrugs off his fathers arm and reluctantly John lets go, his arm falling back down to his side limply.

Conners eyes rake my body quickly. He shrivels his nose up at my pink dress.

Yeah your not the only one who thinks it's ugly buddy.

Looking at Conner now, He's not bad looking at all. Matter of a fact he's sort of attractive? His black hair sticks up in all angles contrasting against his black eyes and pale skin perfectly. His five o clock shadow is just barley visible. Why didn't Andrew ever invite him over?
Not like I would make a move anyways, I wasn't that bold. And I wasn't looking for a relationship. Maybe Conner just wasn't my type.
But I could not help myself, he was hot. Anyone with eyes could guess that one.

After a few minutes a person begins to realize they should probably answer the boys father that I was currently, not so secretly may I add checking out.
"Thank you."I reply my cheeks heating up tremendously. Completely forgetting the way John regarded me before, I didn't even have a chance to be annoyed. Mortified yes, annoyed no.

I guess I could agree with him halfway, Our house is nice it's just not homie.
I don't think this place has ever felt like home. To be honest Andrews the only one who makes all this feel real.

Mr. Porter starts to whisper into his sons ear. While Conner visably cringes with the closeness of his father. I catch the word polite. But
I feel like this is a private discussion, so I take the time to walk over to a beautiful lady my mother is talking too.

My mothers gesturing her hands to complete the story. Until she introduces me I will just stand here. She told me at a young age to never interrupt her conversations. And I learned at a young age to always listen to my mother.