Page 90 of Fractured
It was the next day, and Mom had called a family meeting.
An intervention of sorts for Ethan.
He didn’t share with us, but he was facing being let go from the school because someone had said that he had been inappropriate with a student.
He hadn’t been.
He had expelled her because she was hitting on the male teachers as well as a bunch of other things.
Thankfully, the day she said it happened was also the day that Ethan had been locked in his office, going over some new material, and it was time-stamped on the video when she also said it happened.
I understood, but it didn’t mean that I liked it.
***
All of my things had been moved into Dominik’s house last week.
And if I thought we bickered a lot before, it was nothing compared to now.
“I don’t want to see that thing every day,” he growled at the fake plant that looked like a dildo.
I snorted, “It was my graduation present from Alec.”
He snorted, “He would get you something fucked up like that.”
Thirty minutes later.
“You need all these fucking shoes?” he asked.
“Do you need all those parts in your garage?” I asked.
He shut up.
“Why are you moving the kitchen around?” he asked.
“Because your way is stupid,” I said.
He glared, “Stupid? It makes fucking sense.”
I looked at the spices that were in a cabinet beside the fridge, on the other side of the kitchen, and away from the stove.
I nodded, “And what do you put spices in?”
He growled, “Talia.”
I snorted, “If you didn’t want me living here, then you shouldn’t have told me to make this house my home. Stop bitching.”
He took on an affronted look, “I ain’t bitching.”
I stared at him with both of my brows raised.
Then he took in a breath and walked out of the house.
***
It was the next day, and he was cooking dinner. “You were right.”
I snorted, “Care to repeat that so I can record it?”
