wonderlani

Chapter 6

(I picked Louisa's dad; Jesse Williams for those asking. And I found out Jesse, and Louis Walsh and I have the same birthday... Fun fact! He's the guy that said no to Harry. Such is life! Enjoy!)

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I pushed my peas around my pieces of chicken with a frown on my face. I groaned to myself as I glanced up from my plate to meet Pop's eyes. Filled with this quiet rage, his eyes glared at me. I wish it was my mother. At least she'd be too strung out.

I sighed deeply as I looked back down at my food, and took a pea on my fork. I crossed my eyes over to Jerms, who cut a tiny piece of chicken and set it on Flo's plate. She took the piece and sat it back on his plate. I hate those two sometimes. Their love makes me sick.

Stevie and Maya glanced over from their plates and our eyes met; Maya smiled and Stevie looked out toward the living room with a click of her teeth. Why is everyone doing this silent treatment bullshit to me? As if I asked for the woman to enter my life.

"Harriet, could you pass the salt, please?" Pop asked from across the table. Get it your fucking self. I looked up at him with emerald eyes and a scowl for the ages. I took a pea in my mouth and swallowed hard mumbling, "Get it yourself."

I heard a fork dropped against the table as I sat my head up, meeting Pop's glare. I swallowed to myself, looking at the others sitting around me and then back at my dad. I'm going to die. This is where I die... So why I am so happy about it?

"Harriet Elizabeth St. Clarie, pass the salt please." He demanded, glaring more intently at me. I gently crossed my arms against my chest, passed my sweater sleeves down over my hands and sighed. Jerms sat his fork down and looked over at the girls. Suddenly they all shot up from their chairs and raced out of the room upstairs, something about a pillow fight or a slumber party or something.

Jerms turned around in his chair, his hand rested gently on my shoulders with a cleared throat, "Harriet, let's think about this okay?" He mumbled to me, his brown eyes weakened in color as tears started to brim in his eyes. I sighed and looked over at him, biting my lip with a head shake. 

"Nah," I blinked once, slowly turning my head back to look at my dad. He pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, his hands cupped together as he set them on the table where his plate was supposed to be. I mumbled, "No Darren, I will not pass you the salt." 

Jerms chocked at my side, his hand jerked back as he turned away from me. His hand shot up over his mouth as he added pressure to keep himself from laughing. However, he must have forgotten what just happened because he jumped out of his seat when Pop slammed his fist on the table. Idiot.

"Harriet I will tolerate this behavior from you any further," He yelled over to me, his glare darken his eyes to almost black as he shook his head as he tried to hold back tears. He leaned back in his chair slowly, sniffling, "You are acting like such a child right now Harriet-"

"I'm acting like a child?!" I shot up from my chair, the loud bang made Jerms take a few steps away from the table, "I'm not the one who basically stopped talking to their freaking kid after she told them the greatest news of their life!" My eyes teared up slightly, my eyes turned to a deep brown suddenly and I sniffled hard against the sleeve of my sweater. Fuck I said wouldn't cry over this shit, why is this happening? Ugh.

He got up from his seat with a hard head shake, his hands threw up in the air as his eyes met mine. Tears slowly streamed down his cheek, his voice hitched as he swallowed hard, "Kind of hard to be happy when your daughter thinks it's okay to take numbers from producers,"