Page 95 of A Wrench in the Plan
“Dad,” I tried again. “It’s not like that.”
“Then… what?!” He looked frustrated. “Explain it to me, because I’m ready to go beat Wrench’s ass.”
“Dad!” I held his gaze. “First, it’s really none of your business. Second, you have to realize that I’m not a little girl anymore. I can make my own choices. You should trust that I know what’s best for me.”
“And what is that? A relationship where you’re a side piece?”
“Bryan!” Mom gasped as the back of her hand met his shoulder. “How dare you?!”
“What?” he asked, looking confused about how what he’d said was wrong.
“I’m not a side piece. I assure you that I don’t feel like I’m on the side or left out in any way,” I told him, feeling bold. I wasn’t going to let him crap all over my relationship. “I love Wrench. He loves me. He also loves Evan, and Evan loves him. And you know what? Evan and I love each other, too. We may not have a sexual relationship—”
Dad growled low in the back of his throat as he shot me a warning glare.
He was going to learn. I meant it that I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I could no longer shield him from certain things, and I shouldn’t have to. I wasn’t saying I was going to go into great detail, but he had to understand that this was how it was and where I saw my future.
“I just don’t understand how it is good for you,” he said.
Mom rolled her eyes again. At least she seemed to be on my side.
She was his queen. His world revolved around her. While I thought it was magical and she deserved to be treated that way, that wasn’t something I saw for myself. With Chry and Evan, I felt special. I felt treasured. I felt wanted and needed.
I felt loved.
What more could I want?
Oh, and of course there were the orgasms that Chry gave me. He had a talented mouth. Not that I’d tell my dad that. There was also seeing how he was with Ev. Watching them made me feel like my heart was going to burst. The way they were together was incredibly sexy to me. And beautiful. The love they shared… I couldn’t explain it, but it made me feel more amazing that I was a part of that too. That I got to see it. I got to take care of that love and help them thrive. Now, I wasn’t saying that I went around watching them in their naked times. But if I was around, I’d watch, and they’d let me.
“I have the best situation,” I told my dad proudly. I wasn’t going to let him ruin this for me. If there was anything in my life I needed him to understand, it was this. “I get to go home to the man I loveandmy best friend. How can you not see that I have all the support I could ever need and more? I’m cared for. I’m happy. I will never wonder if I’m loved, because with them, I’m surrounded by it.”
He stared at me as if he didn’t recognize me. My gaze slid to Mom again, confused at what was happening. Did I break him?
“She’s not the one you need to be worried about,” Louise said from the dining room table. I turned to see her there studying. I hadn’t even realized she was within earshot. “She’s still the good one.”
My cheeks flamed hot.
“What do you mean?!” Dad roared, shocked that all his little princesses weren’t angels.
“Elizabeth is going to cause way more trouble for you,” she said, still looking at her computer screen and writing stuff in a notebook off to the side.
Louise was seventeen and too smart for her own good. She caught on to things and held secrets close.
“What are you talking about? Elizabeth has got her life planned out. She’s currently working on a business degree, and she’s doing good from what I know. Then she plans to go to culinary school,” Dad said, moving away from me in hopes that Louise would spill some of those secrets. I was surprised that he didn’t slip in there how she was also going to opening up her own bakery one day. It was her dream, but he often talked as if it was going to happen no matter what. Dad was very proud of her. And I was too.
Elizabeth was… a lot more open and free than I was. I wouldn’t call her trouble, though. Still, I appreciated what my sister was trying to do for me.
Mom made a shooing motion. It was probably best for me to scoot while Dad was distracted. However, there was more I had to tell him.
I debated for half a second, finally deciding to be brave while being a coward. Mom shot me a look that said she had an idea of what I was about to do. Had she seen this coming?
“Oh, and I’m moving out,” I said as I ran for the stairs.
“The hell you are?!” Dad yelled after me.
It was out there, and as much as he wanted to keep his little girl home, he was going to have to let me go at some point. I did have four other sisters to keep him busy. My hope was that he’d let this go sooner rather than later. It was happening, that was it.
“Catherine!” I heard him yell just as I made it to the top step. “We’re not done!”
