Flipped (L.T.)

Chapter 52: Dinner From Hell pt. 1

I was pacing my room, nearly hyperventilating from the scorching heat permeating from my body. To say I was nervous wouldn't have a strong enough meaning. Saying I was angry would be a huge understatement. I was going through waves of emotions, each crash pulsating through my body and adding stress.

Eliza was coming over, to my house, with that dick-headed, pretentious, egotistical, baby-haired jerk "boyfriend". Technically shes accompanying him for some reason since his family was invited; but the details don't matter. Its the fact that they're both coming as couple is what sets my blood ablaze.

And my mother.. How could she permit this. She knows how I feel about Eliza yet she grants those people permission to bring her along as well? How dare she! When she told me, I stormed out the kitchen. I didn't trust myself or what I might've said to her so I secluded my self in my bedroom and have been marinating in this eerie place ever since.

I cant believe shes allowing them to come into our home, eat our food. This is bullshit! I'm glad the twins aren't here because by the end of the night, I will have either exploded or killed someone.

What am I supposed to do; just sit here while the happy couple has dinner with my parents? I cant allow this happen; but I cant necessarily stop it either. Eliza's not even speaking to me and probably wont rally with me. Gabriel will be doing everything in his power to make it seem like they belong together. And since Eliza is bound to him now, she'll play along.

I just cant believe this is happening.

A soft knock comes from my door. The knob barely twists before they realize its locked, and I wait to hear who has come.

"Louis, its me. Open up." The gentle voice of my mother coos from the other side. "I know you're upset and I've got some explaining to do."

"Mum, please, not the time." I bite my lip to restrain my anger.

"I didn't know she was bringing 'er along Louis, I swear." She pleads from the door. "I only just found out ma'self a little afta' she was invited."

I grab the knob, snatching the door open. My mum stumbles back from the sudden burst but recovers. "Why are they even coming anyway?" I say with much restraint, nearly tearing off the knob with the pressure of my hand.

"B'cause they're leavin' next week and she wanted to say goodbye to me."

"She couldn't use a bloody phone like ev'ryone else!"

"She is my friend Louis and welcomed in this house." She says sternly. "I understand that you dislike
her but-"

I groan in frustration, tugging at my hair. "I could give less of a shit about Darla mum. Its that Eliza is coming with her bastard son that has me fucking pissed!"

My rant is cut short when my mum swiftly brings her hand to my cheek, the slap echoing in my ears as she catches my face in her hands. The tender skin burns with her contact and I wince as she tosses my head aside after giving me a disappointed look.

"I will not stand here and be belittled by my own son." She says and takes her leave of me.

I scoff. "Yeah, but when your husband does it, its fine." I mutter bitterly. She pauses at that, turning to look at me, disbelief obvious in her face as she stares at me. I hold my ground, sending back a scowl.

My mothers gaze drifts to the floor, momentarily closing her eyes as she took a deep breath to speak once more.

"I don't blame 'er anymore." She says to herself, puzzling me. My mum then shifts my way; a sour countenance masking her face. "Have you ever wondered why it never worked out for you two Louis?"