Tempted

Chapter 20

Raven's POV

My dad pulled up the drive way of our new home. I couldn't help, but take a peek in the rearview mirror hoping to see Harry's car across the street. But instead of seeing Harry's car I saw my mom's black Mercedes pull right behind us blocking my view of the driveway.

I rolled my eyes as my dad stepped out of the car to go help my mom with her bags. Even though she cheated on him he is still the gentlemen that I have always known.

I get out of the car and don't bother to help my dad with her bags. As I am walking up the porch steps I turn around and take a look across the street.

The first thing that catches my eye is a white convertable sitting in the driveway. Before my brain can process who's car that is the front door opens and out walks Samantha with Harry. They seem to be fine, but something feels off.

I watch as Harry walks Samantha to her car with his arm draped around her shoulders whispering something into her ear which causes her to giggle. As they reach her car she has this huge grin on her face. In a split second she looks across the street and notices that I am watching.

The biggest smirk is plastered on her face as she wraps her arms around Harry's neck and brings him down to kiss her. He leans down and presses his lips against hers. 

My view is soon blocked by my mom and dad walking up the porch steps.

"Is everything okay?" My dad asks. I nod my head and grab the keys from him so I can unlock the door.

I let both my parents walk in before I do. When I look across the street again Harry is standing in the driveway watching Samantha drive away down the street. He whispers something to himself before turning around and walking towards the house.

As he walks into the house he turns around to close the door and happens to see me. He waves his hand and gives me a smile.

I give him a fake smile and the finger before slamming the door, so I don't have to look at him any longer.

I take a deep breathe and turn around. I place my dads keys on the little table by the door before I head for the stairs.

Walking up the stairs I hear my mom and dad talking, but I can't make out anything they are saying. I walk towards the room and as I approach the door they both stop talking.

As I'm about to step into the room to reveal myself I hear my mom's voice.

"She hates me, doesn't she?" Her voice is small as if she is very exhausted.

"I don't think she hates you. She is just a bit upset that's all." 

From where I am standing I am able to see them through the mirror. My dad is standing by the window looking at my mom who has her head in her hands.

"But she blames me for the divorce, right?" She lifts her head and looks at my father. She has mascara running down her cheeks, obvious signs that she has been crying.

"Well what did you expect? Did you honestly think she would think it was all my fault?" He asks her in a harsh tone.

"It is your fault if you weren't so rude and abusive maybe I wouldn't have had to find comfort in another man that is ten times better than you!" My mom is now standing and yelling at my father.

I take a few steps back trying to process what she just said. Did my mother just admit to being abused by my father? It would explain why she would wake up with a strange bruises every once in a while, but she always blamed it on her clumsiness and she was pretty clumsy.