Anything But Ordinary

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Christian

He just kept mentally replaying her wink over and over again.  She was just trying to throw him off he just knew it, but all the same it had been executed perfectly.  He was sure if she just put her quick mind to it, she could quite easily have whatever kind of life she wanted, then again it wasn't his place to be thinking about what kind of life she wanted. 

The drive home was uneventful.  He pulled up the long paved driveway, and parked his car into the garage.  His bed was calling to him like a siren's song.  He came into the door leading from the garage to the kitchen, and heard voices talking.  He froze wishing he could be anywhere was right there.

"I can't believe you did this to me, John! To our family, and you don't even care!" his mother's tear filled voice struck him with enough force it caused him physical pain, but it was his father's calm reply that made him truly ill. 

"You'll get over it Patricia, just like you did the others." his unfeeling tone made Christian want to vomit. 

It wasn't the first time, as his father had pointed out, but for some reason every time his mother always took him back. 

The fury for his father boiled over inside of him.  Fists clenched he stepped into the doorway.  Red rimmed green eyes that matched his own shot to him, in horror to see him there.

"Christian your not supposed to be home yet." his mother croaked. 

"Well it's probably a good thing I came early then huh?" he spoke with a calm that belied his own roiling emotions. 

"Son, why don't you head up to your room, your mother and I are talking." his father said in that same tone.

"Actually, I'm pretty all caught up on the situation, why don't you just continue." he said folding his arms and leaning against the wall with a casualness he didn't feel. 

"Son, I'm not asking you, I'm telling." his father said sternly. 

"I'm not asking either." Christian said. Crossing his legs as a show of not moving. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his mothers eyes widen, and her head shake slightly as if she was trying to mentally tell him to stop.

Well to bad for her, he'd already appointed himself as her personal backup.  Stepping toward him his father hissed with malice in his voice, "Go Up Stairs," he enunciated each word with a poke to Christian's chest with enough force to leave a bruise.

At last poke Christian grabbed his father's hand and pushed it away. 

"No," he said firmly looking at his father squarely in the eyes. 

The hand that had raised, and begun to swing never reached his face.  He'd caught it out of reflex.  Looking straight into the surprised eyes of his father he hissed,

"Looks like those Tae Kwon Do lessons have backfired on you, huh Dad?"

Jerking his hand from his son's grip his father spun on his heel and walked out the door, muttering something about getting his things later. 

Christian turned, his mother stared at him with concern written all over her face. 

"Are you ok?" she asked walking toward him slowly. 

"I'm fine, Are you ok?" he asked running his gaze over her as if it were a physical ailment.

"Eventually," she grimaced, "but I don't want you confronting him again."