Bad Together

• | 13 | • Semaphorism

DEFINITION | a conversational hint that you have something personal to say on the subject but don't go any further.

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Rosalie Jenkins

The last hour of my life was painful to sit and listen to my mom treat Oliver like he was her own son. The way she smiled and welcomed him into our home. A complete stranger. It definitely didn't feel like this was their first meeting which confused me.

I just had to ask because my nosy ass couldn't handle not knowing the truth. I felt locked out.

"Mom?" I interrupt their conversation, not caring about what they were talking about in the first place. Luckily for me they stop and turn their heads to look at me questioningly.

"Yes Rosalie?"

Licking my lips, I prepare to ask my mom the question that had been dying to slip off of my tongue for the last hour.

Go on Rosalie. It's not that hard.

Well...it was hard when my mom was looking at me innocently with her Chrystal like eyes that always got the best of me. Things she did like this always got me questioning myself.

"I didn't know Cole had a son" I say instead, internally scolding myself for not having enough guts to ask her what I originally planned to ask.

"I'm sure I told you" She frowns, her eyes low and her hands fidgeting in her lap like she had something to hide.

Well I'm sure you didn't.

"Nope" I snap a bit to harshly.

Why do I have a tingling feeling that my dear mother here is lying? This isn't something you just suddenly tell your daughter that the man your mom has been seeing for the last 4 years has a son.

4 years it took her to tell me!

What did she expect? That we would just get along just fine? In her fucking dreams. We are aren't related and we will never be related.

Cole and his rat face son can go take a long walk off a short pier and I wouldn't care....at all.

I mean who did Oliver think he was? He has no right walking into our house and acting like some saint and my mom treating him like one is just as bad.

She might as well kneel down for him right now.

"I thought she knew" Oliver spoke up, his brows pulled together slightly but a hint of a smile was evident on the corners of his pink lips.

Now he must be doing this on purpose to get a reaction out of me. Well a reaction is what he is going to get and I just hope he is ready.

But forget that, they had indeed spoken before so this was all planned and for what? If I find out they met up somewhere without me then I don't even know if my mouth will keep its filter on anymore.

It's starting to slip away.

"You told me when we had lunch last Saturday that she couldn't make it" Oliver continues, my hands clenching by my sides the more he talks.