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Everyone orders. As we sit and wait, I can’t help but look around. The restaurant is elegant and spacious, and it screams that only people with money come here.

Mom and Jonathan are deep in conversation and from the looks of it, I can tell that they really are in love. They keep touching each other as they speak. As I look at them, I can’t help but wish that I would have something like that as well someday.

He’s polite, and he even involves me in the conversation a few times. I wish his son took after him. Clearly Knox has a lot to learn from his father, which is mainly how to be a gentleman and how to be nice. The two of them are polar opposites of each other.

Our food comes and both Mom and Jonathan dig in. I just push my food around on my plate and barely take any bites. I’m not feeling hungry. Hopefully they don’t notice.

“So, Raine, are you ready for the move tomorrow?” Jonathan asks after we’ve finished eating. I’m left staring at him like I’m stupid.

“I’m sorry, what?” I ask dumbly.

“Shit! I didn’t get a chance to tell her yet,” Mom says.

“Well, no time like the present,” he says.

“Mom, seriously?” I almost shriek but rein it in when I remember where we are.

“I’m sorry, honey. I forgot to tell you since I’ve been so busy with work and all the planning,” she tells me.

“With the wedding happening soon, now’s as good a time as any,” Jonathan cuts in.

“Again, a little heads-up would’ve been nice,” I grumble. “Can I take your car home? I’m not feeling so well.”

She nods and hands me her keys.

She knows me enough to know I need a little time to myself to process what just happened. I especially need the time alone because of how I was feeling earlier when we got here.I’m back to feeling like nothing but an outsider.

“Feel better, sweetheart. We’ll talk when I get home. I have some things to take care of so I’ll be home in the morning,” she says, and I just nod before telling Jonathan bye and walking out of there.

It feels like my head is about to explode with all the shit that’s changing so rapidly. Now I’ll be living with my tormentor and I don’t know how to feel about that. I mean, I know about the upcoming wedding but somehow I didn’t think about what it would entail.

I didn’t think about the fact that there was a possibility that we’d be moving into their house. I thought they’d live separate or something. Clearly I’m dumb and was just blindsided by that fact. My life is just great!

ChapterTwenty-Four

RAINE

When I got homefrom dinner last night, I was still pissed as hell at my mom for the way she was acting. She’s making me feel like I’m not a part of her family anymore and acting like Jonathan is her entire world. I’m just on the sidelines.

I stormed into my room and stopped at the door. There was something different about my room but I couldn’t quite place what it was. I was too angry still to investigate, so I took another one of my sleeping pills and went straight to bed.

The racket coming from downstairs the next day wakes me up from my sleep. As soon as I’m up, all I can think about is how it’s too early to be disturbed like this, especially on a Sunday. I throw an arm over my eyes and then let out a groan. It sounds like the noise just keeps getting louder and louder by the second.

I can make out the different voices and I wonder who the hell is here. I feel horrible, like a freight train ran me over. I don’t want to get up. But knowing that I have to, I sit up and stretch before getting up and then trudging down the stairs.

I know I have a grumpy expression on my face as I walk into the kitchen to see my mom standing there and directing people to pack up our stuff. When I look around, I notice there are people in the other rooms as well.

“Good afternoon, sweetheart,” Mom says when she spots me standing there at the entrance to the kitchen. I guess it isn’t as early as I thought it was since she’s saying it’s afternoon.

“Hey, Mom,” I say to her. I guess this move really is happening and I feel my emotions start to get the better of me.

It’s not that I don’t like Jonathan Riverside. I mean, he was nice enough when I met him last night. I just wish they would have let me know what was happening instead of just blindsiding me at the very last minute.

Who the hell does that? Maybe it’s rich people because they don’t have to care about others, just themselves and what they want, without thinking about the effects their actions have on others. Though if that’s true, what’s my mother’s excuse?

I digress. He’s not the problem. It’s his stupid son that’s going to be a problem. Somehow I know moving to their house won’t be easy on me. I’m hoping for the best but knowing Knox, something tells me that everything will go wrong for me in that house. I let out a sigh at the injustice of it all.

I can’t even tell anyone what he’s doing to me because who the hell would believe me? The guy acts like a fucking saint in front of everyone. If I say anything bad about him, I know they’ll turn on me. I’ll be hated even more in this place and it’ll probably be like a witch hunt.

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