Outburst

Chapter 5 - Rebelling

The sound of my alarm roamed around my room and finally it struck my well-rested body, forcing my eyes to open. I immediately got up and found out that I woke 10 minutes late than the usual time. I grabbed my towel, ran to my bathroom, and took the fastest shower I had ever done in my life. At the moment, I felt like a girl version of The Flash.

I didn't even spend much time to choose the clothes. After tying up my shoes, I rushed downstairs—and that was when I heard Uncle Luke's voice in high frequency.

"DO NOT EVER DISTURB ME AGAIN!"

Like hitting an invisible wall, I stopped running in the stairs and pulled my body back. I popped my head to see what happened downstairs, but all I could see was Uncle Luke throwing his phone to the floor.

Holy shit, that was the latest and newest phone model made by his own company. It had many great features. Not many people owned it yet because it cost a lot of money, but he freaking threw it. It did not broke, but I was sure that strong throw caused some errors for the phone. But since he owned the company, he could ask for it again.

"That woman!" He was walking around the family room, annoyed and enraged. I could hear his breaths coming along with those words.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Grant's voice. I took one step down and I realized that Grant was present. He was just standing with his hands on his back, did not even try to calm my uncle down.

"I don't want to see her again," said Uncle Luke coldheartedly.

Should I come downstairs or should I not? I tapped my finger on the railing. It was impolite to barge in when he was having a moment like this. But it was also rude to make my uncle waiting for me.

Grant noticed that I was 'hiding' in the stairs. When our eyes met, he made a quick gesture telling me to come there right away. Grant equals Uncle Luke, so I just forgot what I was thinking and pretended I didn't see any of those things.

I walked down slowly, really slow, making the 'pretending' things didn't seem to work at all. I gave my uncle a little awkward smile, before he bashed, "Comb your hair."

My hand reached my hair urgently, and I found out that my straight black hair curled up. "Sorry, I... I was in a rush."

"I'm already late," he said, with no friendly tone at all. "I'm driving on my own."

Grant blinked. "But, Sir—"

"I'm driving. You wait for Calista," he repeated, and then walked to his study to take his other car's key. I knew he had like two other luxurious cars in the garage, but I never saw him drive them himself.

Grant exhaled. I guessed he was worried because Uncle Luke was still mad, and driving by himself could cause something bad. But he just couldn't do anything to stop him.

"What happened?" I asked Grant, after coming down from my room to comb my hair. Because Uncle Luke already left, I could take time and double checked all my stuffs for school. Every morning I had to arrive early, way too early at school just so that Uncle Luke wouldn't be late to his office.

"His girlfriend happened," he replied.

"Margot?" He was yelling at Margot? Duh, I didn't even surprise. That woman needed to be shouted at anyway—maybe with a little slap? Oh, my God, I'm so cruel. But I just giggled when I imagined it. I volunteered to do it for Uncle Luke. I didn't like how she stared and acted in front of me.

"His personal life is not my field, actually, but he looks like he needs my help with that," Grant sighed. He was about to open the car door for me, but I stopped him.