Somehow Love is Found (BWWM)

Chapter 23: Saved by a Stranger

". . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?"

"Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are."― Carlos Ruiz Zafón.

After school, I returned home where my father and mother were waiting for me.

As soon as my mom saw me, she walked up to me and slapped me.

Ouch.

"It's your fault your sister is in the hospital!" she yelled.

Oh right, forgot I wasn't needed here.

"And a good afternoon to you too Mother," I said sarcastically.

"Watch how you talk to your mother boy!" thundered my father.

I laughed.

"It is not my fault Dinah is in the hospital. It's karma," I said, shrugging.

"Refael Ales Koch, you will watch your words!" yelled my mom.

"What if I don't want to? What if I wish to tell you all the things Dinah has done to me? Will you be able to handle the truth?" I countered, looking them both in the eye.

I knew I was playing a dangerous game, knowing that no matter what I said, my family will always take Dinah's side.

But it wouldn't hurt to try at least once.

Right?

"You are pathetic," thundered my father, "I must've done many wrongs to have been cursed with a pathetic son."

Wrong.

"How could you blame your sister? If anything I should be mad at that Hale girl, for sending my daughter to the hospital! She will pay for that!" yelled my mother.

I laughed.

"You people can never touch Octavia and if you do, you will be shooting yourselves in the foot. But go ahead, do your worse."

I turned to go upstairs when my father said the words I've been dying to hear since I became 15.

"Leave my home this instant."

I spun around. He looked angry, like murderous angry.

"Why must I?" I asked.

"You choose some low-down American girl over your own family! Over your own sister! Just what kind of boy did I raise?" asked my mother, faking a sob.

I rolled my eyes. I knew she never did care about me, I was certain she knew about all Dinah did to me. 

What a mother.

"You raised a boy to submit to your inhumane acts in the name of manhood. Every day with you people has been a hell loop, one that I'd like to end. So spare me the theatrics," I said.

"Why are you still here! Get out!" thundered my father.

"Thank you for having me around Mr and Mrs Koch. It wasn't a pleasure but I will actually miss you two," I said, bowing.

With that, I headed upstairs to pack my things.

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A few minutes later, I was downstairs with two suitcases.

"I will return for the rest of my things."

"You will go to the servant quarters for them. You will no longer step in this house," said my mother.