Passion.

Chapter Six

I feel pathetic. I just got fucked, and now I want something romantic. I remember the contracts rule of If you fall in love, all things stop. I'm not in love, I just expected a little romance. I get up, naked, and walk to my room. Roan's so mysterious. He hides his emotions with a sexual persona, and while it works for him, I don't know if it'll always work for me. While walking up the stairs, I feel someone's hands wrap around my waist from behind me. David. "Do you know how much I adore you?" He says, nuzzling himself into my neck, holding onto me. I smile at his affection, something I've felt was missing. "You're glowing" he says, assuming the correct thing of what just happened in the Red Room. He lets me go, and I walk to my room with him beside me. He shuts the door behind him and I grab onto him. I want him. Not sexually, more emotionally. I hold his shirt as I place my lips onto his. He backs up onto the bed and I push him down on it. I sit on his lap, naked and vulnerable. Kissing his lips, I never realized how intimate it could be. Being so wrapped up in someone's love, so intertwined with them. "As much as I enjoy this, I need to talk to you." He says, stopping the action. "Hm. Not yet." I say. "Yes." He demands, taking me off of him. "But first, cover up. I can't talk to you when you look like that." He says, admiring me. I put on a robe and sit down next to him. "Your mother said she's cutting you off right?" "Yes." "There's a way to fix that." "How?" I ask, confused at his approach. "When your father passed away, was there a will left?" He asks. "Not one that I know of, why?" "Because of course he would leave you something. All of his money wouldn't have gone to your mother, even if there wasn't a will." "Do you think she's hiding his will from me?" I answer myself with a 'No' because she wouldn't do that. She may be cold hearted, but if my father wanted something for me she would honor his wishes. Then again, I've seen those sides of her. The sides no one sees unless you really get to know her. "I'm not saying she's hiding his will, but it's possible." "How would I even figure that out anyway? It's not like she's welcoming me with open arms right now." I say. "If we bring this claim to the insurance company, it can be accounted as fraud. But it's your decision to make, not mine." "If there's any chance that something my father wanted isn't happening because of my mothers doing, it needs to stop. How do we start this process?" I respond, ready to go forward. "You need to talk to her first." He suggests. "No. You don't understand, there is no talking to her. No getting through to her." "You have to just go there. See it as an argumentative essay. You have to present your argument in a way that'll shake her to her core. You know what you want, to make your father proud. To make his wishes come true. Do that." It's crazy how with just a few simple sentences, he describes who I am. He knows me better than most, and I only met him a few days ago.
A few Hours later...
Showing up to my mothers house, I know that there will be questions and judgement and bitchy attitude. That's what always comes from her. I knock on the door and she answers, looking as plush as ever. "May I come in?" I ask. She nods and I enter my childhood home. Spending some days away, I've come to the realization that this was never my home. My home was with my family. My father, my cousins, my friends. Moments that define us. My home lied with the people I loved and will go on to love. "Would you like some champagne?" She asks. "No. I would like to discuss something." She laughs at my response. "I don't quite understand what's so funny. I'm here to discuss a serious matter." She laughs again. "This persona you're putting on is quite amusing. As if you're somehow strong and have dignity." I grab the glass of champagne in her hands and throw it to the ground. "I said I'm here to discuss a very serious matter, so stop your little 'I'm the Queen' act. Someone very important to me informed me that you may keeping my fathers will from me. I would hate for them to be right, but if you have something to admit you should tell me now before I bring it to the authorities." "There was no will Claire." She says, emotions coming to the surface. "I have a hard time believing that. If there was no will, I'd still get money from dad. And I also doubt that Dad wouldn't leave anything for me. We were closer than anyone." "So now it's all about the money?" She asks, trying to pin it on me. "It's never been about the money mother. Never. At least not to me. But, I want everything dad wanted before his death to happen. If you're interfering with any of those wishes, and I don't know about it, I am going to find out. When I do, there will be hell to pay." I say, facing the door. When I'm about to leave, she shouts "Wait!" I turn around, anger spread across my face. "What?" "I need to show you something." I follow her to her bedroom, where she never allows anyone. She gathers a box from below her bed and orders me to sit next to her. "What is this?" "It's something that's been kept a secret for twenty one years. Something that's going to hurt you a lot. But showing you this isn't meant to hurt you Claire, I just think you need to know." She takes the top off and I see a bunch of pictures and a birth certificate. "Your father," she clears her throat. "Your father had an affair. About two years after you were born. We were already married for six years." I'm in shock at her words. I pick up the birth certificate and see the name "Demetria Stone." "A few months after the affair, he got her pregnant." Oh my God. My sister. "He said it was love, but he stopped seeing the woman. He continued to be with me, and put his everything into raising you. But Demetria, Demetria didn't grow up without a father. He supported her financially, and sometimes he visited her. But she never knew about me or you. She's twenty now, going to college. She's an artist." Envy strikes my heart. Demetria, probably an average girl who gets to live her life normally. Not in a big fancy house, not with a cruel mother, not with harsh public spotlight. Just a normal, love-filled life, whom she got to spend with the father she knew only as 'Dad.' Not a rich politician.  "And besides the fact that you're accusing me of keeping his will from you, she'll be here in twenty minutes." She says. "What?!" "I invited her over, and informed her of you. I thought the timing was right." "So you just invited my half-sister that I knew nothing about for twenty years, over to this house? And you expect me to be fine with all of this?" "No, but you have to understand where I'm coming from. Your father cheated on me!" "Only because you suffocated him! Tortured me emotionally, him mentally too! It was toxic on both ends, but he had every right to want to walk away. And still, he stayed. For me! Only for you to make him roll around in his grave due to how you treat me. You had a responsibility after he died, one responsibility. And that was me. But you chose the fame and the money. You chose the good perfect look, to impress everyone else. But you've never   impressed me mother, I've only seen disappointment come out of you." I say, honestly. A knock on the door comes from downstairs and I know who it is. Walking to the door and opening it, I hear a "Hi! I'm Demetria."