The Gifted Curse

16: Coffee and a Suit?

"Head up." My mother hisses at me as I slouch in my chair. I lift my eyes to her stiff frame. I roll my eyes towards my dad who is at the head of the table. 

"I. Don't. Want. To." I growl. My mother blinks once and then sighs. 

"Honey, you need to sit up straight and listen to what your father has to say." She huffs. I shake my head and look away from the both of them. 

"Why should I listen to someone who hasn't been there for me when I needed him most?" My eyes narrow as I stare at the wall. I hear a frustrated breath come out of my mother's mouth. 

"Darling, just sit up straight for me then." She pleads. I lazily flit my eyes in her direction. 

"Sorry mom, I'd rather not." I then push myself out of my chair. I feel my parent's eyes on me as well as everyone else who was gathered in the room. 

"Where are you going to Oli?" My father asks, his head lifting from paperwork in front of him. I sigh and stop in my tracks. I shove my hands into the pockets of my sweats. 

"I don't know, anywhere but here. I don't really want to sit through this boring ass meeting or whatever the hell this is." I narrow my eyes at the high stuck up looking people in the room. My eyes then fall back on my father. His brows are furrowed and I see his muscles stiffen under his suit jacket. 

"This is a meeting to help you regain your memories. We're trying to find someone who can reverse your power." He hisses. I feel the corners of my mouth lift up and my brows raise. 

"Well, I guess you should've thought about that when you made me forget who I was." I tilt my head and feel pity fill my eyes. "What's that saying again? Oh right! To bad so fucking sad." At that, I reach for the handle to the door. I swing it open and walk through the threshold. I didn't want to be in there anyway. It's not just my dad, it's the whole snoody crowd. I close my eyes and suck in a breath. I guess I'll go to the lobby. 

I'm about to do just that when a familiar face walks into the corridor I'm in.

"Ah," His voice is hoarse when he sees me. "I've been looking for you." He whispers. I shrug and start walking towards him. 

"Well, you found me. Now, what do you want?" I question angrily. A sad smirk appears on his lips. 

"For starters, I was thinking we could go get some coffee and then go back to the house." He replies. 

"And what are we going to do at your house?" I ask. I know he just wants to talk about what's been going on with me lately. It's been about three weeks since my dad came home and I haven't had any connection to the outside world since then. 

"I want to show you a good time." He leans into me and I can feel his hot breath on my ear. The hairs on the nape of my neck stand up. "Just think of anything you want me to do... and I'll be at your beck and call. You'll be my master. I'll obey your every order." He slowly retreats and my mind runs crazy with all the things I could make him do. 

"Hmmm, as nice as that sounds-"

"Oh and there's one more thing. You can't say no." He adds and grabs my hand. 

"Dillon wait!" I yell. He glances over his shoulder with a huge grin on his face. "What about the last time we saw each other?" I ask in a whisper. This, unfortunately, makes him pause in his march to take me out to get coffee. He slowly turns his head to look me in the eyes. 

"Well, last time we saw each other was about a month ago, so I figured that I could live with the fact that I might get weird kisses from you and a few magical moments. I shouldn't expect something from you. It's not like you have to give me anything." He replies softly. My eyes widen and I refrain from biting my lip.