Meant To Be

Chapter 16

16.

What I've always known about Hiram Lodge is that he is a fearless, mean, heartless son of a bitch. Never have I ever heard or seen otherwise except when he is with his daughter. But when he took Michael into his arms and hugged him genuinely, I felt a bit speechless...and perhaps jealous. Since that kid got here we have not shared a moment of sympathy, yet here he is, freaking Lodge stealing an honest hug from him.

" you are my grandpa?"

" yes I am!"

" wow, dad!..chill.Don't confuse him"

" what's the confusion exactly?, aren't you his foster mom?"

" yes but"

" then that makes me his foster grandpa"

" dad, please...please don't"

" Hiram didn't we just spoke about this?"

" did we?"

" don't play stupid!"

" OK...ok guys, umm...four year old present, Michael let's go get some chocolate Milk"

" thank you Jughead, please tell Carmen to help you"

" Dad, what are you doing?"

" what?, I'm getting to know him"

" that's not the way and you know it, the kid has been dissapointed enough in his little life Dad...besides, his stay here is temporary"

" for now..."

" Enough! Hiram we spoke about this just minutes ago, I told you I was not gonna tolerate none of that stuff"

" Relax Andrews..."

" you know Im getting tired of your..."

" Seriously, all that is going on and you guys are fighting over this?...dad...go home to mom and you please go take a shower...you stink. "

" as you wish princess...Andrews...take care of my daughter!"

The loud click that the door made when it closed faded away as find myself getting lost into the brown chocolate orbs that were in front of me. She was looking at me expectant...waiting for me to argue, to come up with a sarcastic and nasty comment...but it had been a hell of a morning, and I was in no mood to argue back.

" Im gonna take a bath, and then Im gonna go see my mom"

She didn't respond back, instead she turned around and walked towards the kitchen.It was funny how she managed to moved her hips so rhythmically as she walked away, knowing very well I was looking at her. Hours ago I almost loose her, And if that would have happend...I don't know what I would have done, so even if it was hating each other, I sure as hell was glad she was still here...breathing.

I noticed my feet were filthy as I made my way up the stairs. The room were I almost loose them both was closed, and to be honest I didn't want to go in there anytime soon. I was too tired to even think as of right now. Everything was such a damn mess that coming up with a solution was harder than I ever thought. Before, it was only my mother and myself, now Veronica was in the picture followed by a four year old who for some reason has become....important to me.

This was so stressful, the world was on my shoulders, and I didn't know how to carry it, I feel scared, anxious and paranoid. Any time and anywere someone might try something against her, or against Michael...or against me...this was a nightmare.

Hot water was always a way to relax, and feeling it against my back was too good, too satisfying.My mind was racing, my heart beating fast, my hands shaking as I rub harshly my eyes. I was mad. Furious that I couldn't stop what happend. Everything seems to be my fault. The last weeks have been like a crazy train ride. My soul seems to be drained.