Page 20 of Lunar Desires
“Why is she mad?” I asked, my bottom lip trembling.
I hated their arguing so much. So upsetting, so loud. They did so much of it lately, but something happened between breakfast and now. I mean, everything had been hunky dory, as Dad always said. He’d cooked us all bacon, eggs, fried bread, and baked beans. I’d enjoyed it so much, my stomach was super full.
An hour later, Mum collected the post and went upstairs. That’s when Daddy gave me the ring and Mum’s anger kicked off.
Mum had the worst temper.
“You dirty bastard! You dirty, lying bastard! Who is she? Who is your whore?”
Current Me grimaced at the word, Little Me’s chest fluttering with fear.
“Go,” Daddy said.
I obeyed, running into the dining room and hiding under the table, the tablecloth long enough to cover me.
Mum stomped down the stairs, calling my dad all the bad words.
“Let’s talk,” he tried.
I heard her slap his face.
Swallowing a whimper, I plucked the ring from my pocket.
Pretty diamond, full of moonlight.
“The moon’s in my hand,” I whispered, as the arguing moved away from the dining room door.
Their arguing became muffled, but I picked up on some choice words.
I clutched the diamond ring tightly, determined to hold onto my promise, tears tracking down my little face.
“Lunar diamond,” Current Me said, searching the blue for my dad—the one who’d being stalking me. “Where are you?”
He appeared before me, the table vanishing, Little Me gone now, taking the awful sounds of my parents’ row with him.
I stayed sitting, as did he.
With a swallow, I asked, “Are you really my dad?”
He nodded.
A jolt of sadness hit me, a flutter of palpitations echoing it. “I don’t believe you. My dad would never hurt me.”
He cocked his head. “Moon… Moon is son. Moon is path.”
Oh, God. Not this again. “What’s your game here?” I balled my hands into fists, more than ready to fight this thing, sorrow be damned.
I’d wobbled, let myself give in to my emotions. Allowed this thing to touch me and drag me into his crap.
Now I wanted out.
Now my sparkle glittered again, packing a violent punch.
You won’t have me.
“Moon is son. Moon is path.”
“What does that mean?”
