Page 94 of Eye of the Hurricane
“Do you know how much of a spoiled brat that makes you?” She scoffs. “You’re willing to lose your relationship with your father and me for this. What does that say about you?” she snaps.
“Me? Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell back. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ares approaching me. In seconds he’s beside me. “You’re willing to cut off your only daughter because I’m not willing to play into your 1800’s fantasy.” Burning hot tears spill down my cheeks.
I go to speak but Ares does before I get the chance. His face is stone cold.
“Katherine don’t be a b?—”
“Don’t fucking say it,” Ares cuts heroff through clenched teeth, his face stone cold. I’m stunned into silence when he stands up for me. It’s not common for me to be stood up for. Especially when it comes to my mother. No one is brave enough to do it with her.
“Mind your business.”
“Katherine is my business,” he spits.
“She’s not. She’s our business. Until she gets a husband, she will be our business. And you will not be that husband. You’re just a part of this rebellion she’s on. You’re not good enough for her and you know it.” I’m snapped back into my anger immediately. It feels like an electric current zaps through me, bringing me back to the moment.
“He’s the only one in this house that’s good enough for me. No one else here cares about me, not in any way that matters. No one is willing to stand up for me. You can say what you want about me, I’m used to it at this point. But youdon’t fucking talk about him. I want you to leave!” I scream, pointing at the door.
Every eye in the room is widened as far as the skin will allow. They all stare at me like I’m nuts.
“Go!” I yell again, pointing at the door. When Noah passes me he tries to speak to me and I stick my hand in his face.
My dad looks like he’s going to try to say something but he doesn’t. None of them do. They just grab their bags and leave.
As soon as the front door shuts behind them I turn and sob into Ares’ chest. His hand cradles the back of my head, holding it tight to him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“No.”
“What do you need? What can I do?” I cry harder.
“I don’t know. I’m not used to having someone to sharethis with. I usually just cry it out by myself until the feeling passes,” I tell him.
“I could see what the girls are doing? What about a girl’s night?” he suggests.
“I don’t think I’ll be any fun to be around.”
“Are you kidding me? Those twolovea pity party! You wanna cry? They’re your guys for sure,” he says with a laugh.
“You really don’t think they’ll mind?”
“Let me go call them, okay? Why don’t you call Luna?” I nod. He walks out front and I dial Luna’s phone number.
“Hey, are you busy?” I ask.
“Are you okay? You sound like you’ve been crying?” she asks.
“Not really. My parents just left. I’ll explain it all later I was hoping you might come over. Ares is asking Audra and Ravyn.”
“Oh Katherine, I love a girl’s night! Of course! When should I be there? What should I bring?” she asks excitedly.
“I don’t know, a couple of hours? Maybe popcorn or wine… whatever people bring to a girl’s night.”
“Right, I forgot you didn’t really have friends back home. I’ll text the group chat. We’ll bring the stuff you just sit there and be cute.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I tell her.
We get off the phone and I clean myself up in the mirror while I wait for Ares to come back inside. I wipe the mascara from under my eyes and run my fingers through my hair.
