Chapter6
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RUBBY'S POV
My lower lips quivered as I forced myself to eat, I was just so unlucky, and to think that he was such a lovely person.
Across the table, my mom seemed triumphant, almost happy that he had disappointed me; she liked Nolan, which explains it; she didn't want another man for me.
Dad,, on the other hand, was his wife's husband, he did everything she said and accepted anything that came out of her mouth, it left me wishing for a man like my dad, who would never argue with me, though I envied their partnership, It left me wondering if dad had a mind of his own.
"Eat up, sweetheart; I'm sure Nolan would never do such a thing," Mom said as usual; she always finds a way to fix Nolan in every sentence.
I rolled my eyes in response and made to stand when Dad suddenly stood up as though he had an important announcement to make.
He picked up the hat he had kept on the table and wore it back; Mom burst out laughing immediately; it was obvious she knew what he was about to do; she was, in fact, tired of seeing it.
"Oh, martins," she called, holding her stomach as she continued laughing.
I was still confused as I stared at Dad, wondering what he wanted to do; when he started the famous Crazy Legs break dance, he had gotten obsessed with the leg dance so that he never missed an opportunity to show how terribly talented he was at the dance.
"Not again, Martins," Mom groaned as she clutched her stomach.
To say it was terrible was an understatement, his legs flailed wildly in every direction like he was trying to put out invisible fires.
I joined Mom in the laughter, and for almost thirty seconds, we were laughing uncontrollably.
"Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy," I hyped him up and he intensified the dance.
He attempted a spin and nearly toppled over.
"Yeah!" I and mom hyped. He took it as encouragement and doubled his efforts, making the performance worse and even funnier.
When he finally stopped, Mom wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Martins I'm so tired of you."
"Thank you," Dad smiled in response.
"I would leave you both, gotta sleep," Mom said as she placed a kiss on my cheeks and one on Dad's lips before heading upstairs to her room.
"Sweetheart," Dad whispered, walking over to join me at the other side of the table.
"How have you been? Tell me the truth, what's going on?"
I opened my mouth to talk but broke down in tears. I wasn't happy, I felt stupid, stupid to have loved that man for three years, while I was some sort of tool to him, stupid to have trusted Trisha for more than three years, while she continuously wished for my downfall, and even more stupid to have trusted a complete stranger to show up tonight.
"Come here," Dad said, opening his arms and inviting me for an embrace. I hugged him tight and let the tears flow; he was my first love after all.
"It's okay, sweetheart; you can cry all you want, okay? Daddy is here, f**k all them, ugly boys."
I laughed. He loved the phrase "f**k all them, ugly boys," according to Mom; he used it a lot in their young days when he still wooed her because he was Handsome and he felt other of her suitors were really ugly.
"What happened to Nolan," Dad asked, this time looking really serious.
"Dad, you wouldn't believe..."
"Martins!" That was Mom interrupting, "My back hurts, and I'm in the bathtub."
"Oopsie," I exclaimed, "go meet your wife."
He gave me a gentle squeeze on my shoulder. "We will talk later; I love you," he said before going upstairs.
"I love you too," I called after him. Would it be nice if I said I loved my dad more? Or better still, I could say he understood me more.
Sitting alone now the events of the past few hours came flooding back. Why would Alex do such a thing? He didn't even care.
Tears blurred my vision as I climbed upstairs to my room.
Fuck them all! I exclaimed before covering the bedsheet over my head.
I cried so much that I didn't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and swollen eyes.
"Sweetheart," Mom called as she walked into my room.
"Mom, there is a word in the dictionary that says "knock" it means you should ask permission by tapping gently on a door that isn't yours."
I complained about that almost every hour; she would apologise now and, the next minute,e, barge into my room again without knocking.
"I'm sorry," she muttered as usual. "Breakfast is ready, we are waiting for you."
"Okay, Mom, I will be downstairs in a minute."
She nodded and left, leaving the door wide open.
Oh good Lord, Mr. Martins is gonna drive me crazy one day, I thought to myself as I went to the restroom to clean my face and brush my teeth.
"My big baby," Dad called out immediately after I got downstairs. I loved how his eyes sparkled with pride whenever he saw me; it gave me all the strength I needed to keep going.
"Good morning, Daddy."
"Morning princess, you look beautiful."
"Dad!" I exclaimed.
"Your eyes are swollen, did you cry all night?" Mom suddenly asked.
"Let her eat sweetheart," Dad came to my rescue immediately.
"Oh common Martins, it won't stop her from eating."
"Mom, I'm fine and hungry. Could you let me eat, please?"
"Fine."
We ate in silence. Mom had added so much salt to the fried eggs, but we dared not complain, though the Toasted bread topped with mashed avocado and cherry tomatoes was perfect.
"This is so good," She loved compliments, and it was my duty to give her dozens.
"Thank you, but I will go get some groceries, your kitchen is practically empty."
I nodded in response, and my eyes darted to Dad's plate. He had finished his toasted bread and was fiddling with the fried eggs. I bit my lips, fighting the wicked urge to burst out laughing, seeing that I might cause a problem, I excused myself and went upstairs.
I lay on my bed and stretched out, picked up my phone to go through my mail when I saw that I had missed two calls from Alex. I hissed and changed my mind about checking my mail; I would take my bath and go somewhere fun today.
Just then, my phone buzzed again; it was Alex.
"How may I help you?"
"I know you are mad at me; I'm so sorry; what happened yesterday needed my full attention."
"It's okay, about the contract or deal, I don't think I'm still interested, I..."
"I'm sorry, common, I didn't mean to. How do I make it up?"
I said nothing.
"Shopping? I would get apology gifts for Mom and Dad, too, please."
I smiled without saying anything though. I loved how he begged, and the thought of shopping only thrilled me even more.
"Time?"
"What time do you want?" He asked, sounding so calm, like a thirteen-year-old.
"In the next two hours, I want to take my bath now."
"Alright, I will be waiting at the office."
I nodded as though he could see me, biting my second finger as I rushed into the bathroom.
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