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“I don’t want to talk; I want to take my car and getthe—fuckaway from you. Away from everyone!” Finn fumes.
I shoot him a scathing expression, but it does nothing. Neither of them gives me attention. I’m basically invisible.
Abram’s head swings back. “You don’t mean that.”
Finn’s grin is slow as another puff of air squeezes its way out of Abram’s lungs. He says that but even I can see the slim hint of doubt as it flickers across his pupils.
The hurt flashing in them at the seriousness in Finn’s tone.
He had meant it. Every last breath of it.
I don’t know where or what he wants to do, but whatever it is, Abram’s smugness at stealing his keys is not helping the already fractured nerves of their relationship.
If Finn is an avalanche, then Abram is a blizzard. Both are dangerous and deadly. And me, I seemed to be stuck in the middle, trapped within the crosscurrent.
Abram jerks his chin. “We need to talk about this.Iwant to talk,” he emphasizes like that’ll make a difference.
I feel the weight of his words on my chest.
Finn goes silent, sensing it too. The strain in the room fills the void like an over plumped bubble that could pop at any moment.
The look is gradual, but much like the spilled juice, it’s like Finn’s thoughts are unraveling themselves onto the floor.
The detachment he’s feeling inside pours out for everyone to see as his eyes come alive. No longer is he holding back.
His smirk like that of a fiend, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Too bad you aren’t myrealdad.”
Abram’s mouth turns grim. The one motion waning him. The downward turn of his shoulders fall with the same weight, like he’d expected that answer. Anticipated it like he’s heard it hundreds of times before.
With hooded eyes, he says, “I don’t care what a piece of paper says. You, Finn Casper, are my child.Myson.”
His true age showing as the lines under his eyes sag. He sounds as exhausted as I am from all this.
Abram’s eyes flicker over in my direction for the first time. “Bothof you.”
At his words, something unfurls itself inside my chest. They steal the breath from my lungs and punch it straight into my gut with force.
His eyes flash and I only see the truth within them. He means every last word.
In Abram’s eyes, Finn and I are both his children. Biological or not, he believes that wholeheartedly. I see that, does Finn?
Still, it’s funny how somehow the loudest mouth always seems to win out instead of the logical one.
My mood resours when I look over and see nothing but utter disgust on Finn’s face. The sight liquefies that warm feeling inside.
His brows snap together as he mumbles a slew of expletives through clenched teeth. Charging from the room.
That familiar sense of emptiness rooting itself inside my ribs as I hear the bedroom door slam upstairs. That one followed by a second, moments later from Abram’s office.
Alone, I grip the counter, squeezing my eyes shut and doing my best to push away the anger.
Deep breaths, Rory. Count to five, in. Hold it. Count to five, release.
Inhaling sharply, I open my eyes once my pulse normalizes back to a somewhat healthy rate. The pressure falls on my gut as my stomach dips. I know what I need to do, and I have to do it before I lose my nerve.
Heading upstairs, I disregard the music as it rattles the walls and head to my room. Opening the side drawer next to my bed, I find it in the same spot it always is.
Abram said he wanted to talk, and this may not be the conversation he was expecting but that doesn’t make it any less important.
