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"Do any of you have decent family?" I frowned. "Elias told me about his asshole parents."
"Brock does," he said. "He's got a huge family, so just wait until you meet them. It's loving chaos, that's the only way I could describe it."
"I can't wait," I said, smiling to myself as I looked out of the window.
Once we were back in town he broke our silence.
"We have the whole day ahead of us. What should we do?"
My eyes scanned the surroundings and a wicked grin took over my face.
"There!" He jumped at my shouted word but navigated to the small parking lot.
"A rage room?" he questioned.
"It's going to be perfect. You can't tell me you're the fancy dinner date kind of guy."
He snorted at the thought. "Absolutely not. But I'd go for you."
"Of course, you would," I laughed. Tate was the type to do whatever he could to make one of us happy but I didn't want that from him. At least not yet, I'd reserve that for when I dragged him to scary movies or the county fair.
The girl behind the counter was covered in tattoos and had one half of her hair dyed black, the other a vibrant green. She grinned at the sight of us and waved us over.
"Shared room or separate?"
"Shared," I said, handing over my card. Tate grumbled but didn't complain as she ran it and I signed, giving her a generous tip.
She led us to double doors and pushed them open before making us sign waivers and guiding us through putting on the gloves and protective gear we had to wear. Heavy metal music was blasting from the speakers and she gestured to two large sledge hammers to the side.
"Grab the smaller one, girl, it's lighter," she warned. "Timer's on the wall, I'll start it in a minute."
She left us behind and I looked around at the room, grinning like a mad woman. The walls were exposed brick and the floors cement. There were dings and dips in it where others probably got a bit too hammer happy. Shelves of random glass objects, statues, dinnerware, and other random knick-knacks along with old TVs and computers were waiting to be destroyed.
Debris lined the back wall, likely from the previous customers’ sessions.
Tate watched as I grabbed a few things and put them on the table in the center of the room. I picked up one hammer and gestured to the other. He watched in fascinated horror as I stepped aside and swung, the glass shattering with a satisfying sound. Laughter bubbled out of me and I moved back, waiting for him to take a swing.
He still looked skeptical as he raised his hammer, eyeing me to make sure I was back far enough, and took a swing. The vase that rested there exploded into tiny pieces and I let out a cheer. When he turned around, he was grinning, his hazel eyes dancing at the cathartic release. After what he told me and showed me, he needed it just as badly as I did.
Tate and I worked our way through an entire shelf as the thirty minutes counted down. One after another we took turns obliterating every item we could. The tension was gone from my body and thoughts of Luke and Victoria were nowhere to be found.
Honestly, for the first time in a long time my mind was at ease.
ChapterFifteen
Elias
The bell over the gym door rang out and I glanced up, customer service smile in place to greet the customer. It fell quickly as two people walked in looking completely out of place. From his designer suit to her expensive dress and perfectly airbrushed face, it was obvious they didn't belong. Curious looks came from everyone nearby while I tried and failed to keep my face neutral.
"What are you doing here?"
My mother scoffed, looking down her nose at me.
"Is that any way to treat your mom?"
I simply blinked at her but went around the counter to give her the obligatory hug as she prepared to tear apart my life and every choice I've made.
"I see you haven't given up this little pipe dream?" she asked with a fake laugh. "We've come to talk business and have lunch. Come, come."
