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Just when I thought he would question his wife, Stormy sits up straighter, making us all look at him before he grabs his fork and starts eating like his wife didn't try to fucking poison me. Ink furrows his brows while Leslie smirks at me and starts to eat, and I just shake my head while Mel speaks up with anger, lacing her voice and making me grab her leg again to keep her seated.
"Are you seriously just eating like your wife didn't try to poison your son?"
Everyone at the table shoots their heads toward her, but she doesn't back down and stares at my so-called father. "You're literally just sitting there, ignoring what she tried to do to your own child? Have you any idea what that meat could have done to him? How sick would he have gotten? She literally just seared it to make it look cooked."
Her voice gets louder while Stormy's face goes red. "Now listen here, little miss. I understand you have a crush on my son, and I know he thinks he's in love with you when, in reality, he'll move on next week, but this has nothing to do with you. Leslie didn't do it intentionally; it's an honest mistake."
Leslie's smirk widens while Ink watches his mother with new eyes.
I just snorted before looking at my father: "First of all, I am in love with her; I fucked up, and yet she still came here for me; she's mine, so this has everything to do with her." He scowls at me, but I'm not done. "This alsowouldn't be the first time she gave me food poisoning, would it, Stormy? Or ensured I starved for two days as a punishment for something I didn't even do."
Stormy sighs before shaking his head. "When are you going to grow up, Travis? You're acting like a child."
I smirked, "Hey, Ink, who broke Leslie's crystal vase?"
Ink sits back in his chair, not looking away from his mother's death stare toward me; he tilts his head, watching her reactions. "I did. I kicked my football into it by accident; mom told me not to worry."
Stormy's eyebrows furrowed while I nodded. "Yeah, you gave me a split lip for that, Stormy, while banishing me to my 'room' with no food for the whole day. I'm curious what our club brothers would think if they knew their old VP did that to his own son.
Stormy looks at me with narrow eyes and says, "So what? She mistook one bad thing Ink did. We both know the rest were you, Travis; we had evidence." Ink snorts, realizing our father thinks he is a saint.
Yep, some fucking saint who decided to bring a girl back at the age of 13. Yet it was me who got my head slammed into the wall as punishment because Leslie said I forced her.
Mel bangs her hands on the table, making us all look at her in shock, but her eyes stay on Stormy. "Are you fucking kidding me? Have you ever seen your son's body? The scars YOUR wife had caused? How dare you sit there acting all high and mighty when I can guarantee several instances he was punished for was probably Ink that had caused them and not just small punishments like being grounded or sent to his room; I mean YOU kicking the shit out a child for something he never fucking did. You're a blinded fool who shouldn't be allowed to have children, and your wife needs to be locked up in a loony bin. Maybe you can get matching cells."
Stormy's face goes brighter while Ink bites his bottom lip to stop his laughter at the shock on his mother's face. I just sit here staring at the woman who has become my person, my whole world, my heart standing up for me, showing me the love she feels without realizing it. I may have fucked up badly, but her love still shines through. I'll get her back; this proves it; it'll just take time.
"I've seen his body. I've seen the trauma you let your wife doll out on him. You let her lie and manipulate you, and why? Because she was jealous, you had a baby with someone else." Stormy slowly stands, trying to intimidate mywoman, and I stand quicker, staring him down, but Mel isn't finished. She pushes me behind her and leans forward, but I quickly wrap my arm around her waist.
She might be small, but she's fucking mighty, ready to jump across the table for him. "I heard a funny story from Ink last month. Apparently, when he was 11, he set off fireworks in school when they told him he wasn't allowed to draw during class hours. I thought it was hilarious, but then I got a little confused because, apparently, your wife knew about the incident, yet he wasn't punished. Seems odd, doesn't it?" I continue my stare at Stormy when his eyes widen. I was 12 and spent most of my time in the library. I thought if I worked hard, then my father would love me. Fucking idiot is what I was. Leslie told him I set the fireworks off, and Stormy had broken my wrist that day. He told me I was a liar like my mom when I pleaded my innocence, then proceeded to tell Doc what I apparently had done.
Doc believed him.
Ink stands and looks between us while my father looks at me with guilt and says, "Wait, wait. Wasn't that the same time you broke your wrist, Trav?"
Mel snorts, "He didn't break it, Ink. Can't you see the guilt in your father's eyes while your mother smiles happily at the memory?"
Stormy quickly looks at his wife, who has quickly wiped the smile off of her face and now has fake tears in her eyes, causing him to glare at my woman. He points at her and says, "Your lies are not welcome here; you've upset my woman, and I want you fucking out now. You can stay the hell away from my son, too. Devious little cunts like you are not welcome near my family."
My anger occurs while Ink grabs my arm before I jump the table and attack our father. Mel just laughs and says, "Oh, don't worry, I was just leaving, and by the way, fucker, you're not his dad, you're a nasty piece of shit who doesn't deserve him as a son—who in the hell do you think you are threatening him with his family just to force him to be food poisoned by the witch over there?"
Leslie's mouth drops open while Stormy's face goes red as Mel turns to me and places a little kiss on my lips, making her all I see. She gives me a gentle smile, and I can see the conflict in her eyes. She loves me; it shines through, calling for me, but she also doesn't know if she can trust me again, but she will, and I'll make sure of it.
She places her hand on my cheek, her thumb rubbing against my stubble.
"I'm going to get Shane to take me home. If I stay here any longer, then I'm going to end up going against my beliefs and stabbing the two people who should have cared for you. Call me later, alright."
I grip her waist tighter, not wanting her to leave and needing her with me, but she just shakes her head and kisses me one more time, and I squeeze her hips even tighter, not wanting to let go. She looks at a gray-looking Leslie and smirks at her, knowing she's planted the seed in Stormy's head, before walking out of my grip, into the living area, and then out of the house.
Ink lets go of my arm, knowing I need to release this rage.
I swipe my arm across the table, everything falling to the floor, making Leslie scream out like someone had just fucking died.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Travis? You can pay for this shit once you've cleaned it up."
I glare at him.
As fucking usual, his wife is right, and I'm just a liar to a whore that trapped him, yet my mother wasn't what he's accused her of, and he knows it. She was willing to bring me up without him. He knows that, too, but he doesn't want to believe she would keep his son away from him.
