Chapter two
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clarabell’s pov
What? Getting married? how? why?
Mom had barely even dated Ron for even up to year and now she was getting married to him? When she had told me about him three months ago, I didnt think it was going to be anything serious, let alone lead to the point where we were now or even marriage. Don't get me wrong, i love my mom but most times she could be so lovestruck to the point where she barely used her head to think!
“Tell me you're joking mom.” I sauntered backwards, my eyes wide with shock.
“Why would you think I’m joking sweetie?” she cackled, stepping down the stairs to meet me, “I'm being serious right now clarabell.”
“We are serious clarabell.” Ron added, stepping down too and wrapping his arms around her waist. I looked at Ryan and he looked shocked just as much as I was but when he caught me looking his smirk returned and he raised an eyebrow, “looks like we’re going to be one big happy family, sis” his voice dripped with sarcasm when he said sis.
I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at him. “well I dont think so, d**k….” I trailed off because I felt a nudge in my arms. when I spun around, my eyes met with that of mom and she looked…well disappointed.
I let out a sigh, cursing under my breath as I picked up my backpack and took the stairs to . all I wanted was to be as faraway as possible from Ryan, Ron and even mom.
How could she do a think like this without speaking to me first? First she made me follow her down here even after I objected and now she wanted me to accept the fact that she was about to be a wife to a man whose name was the only thing that i knew about him, and his jerkass of a son who bullied me on the first day of school.
Fuck me literally.
I halted when I reached the end of the staircase. Infront of me was a hallway filled with several doors, like a hotel type s**t. I entered one of the rooms randomly, plunging myself into the massive king sized bed that greeted my eyes as soon as I had stepped in.
A tear slipped from my eyes, and another and another before i knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably. My breath hitched in my throat as the sobs racked though me.
Suddenly, I heard a loud knock on the door. I straightened on the bed, sniffed in leftover tears and wiped the tear stains off my eyes with the edges of the bed covering.
“Are you in there clarabell?” it was mom speaking.
“Maybe.” I grimaced.
The door creaked open and she entered, coming to sit beside me. “how are you feeling?”she asked.
“Good. alright. I guess I'll be fine.”
“look I'm sorry I didn't tell youu earlier abo–”
“Mom, let's not talk about it. You’ve freaking said yes to him already,” I paused and peered at her, “that's all that matters, right?”
She shifted closer, taking my hands softly in hers, “no sweetie. not at all. Ron is a good man and I assure you of that. He will be a good father to you, as a matter of fact he is already.”
‘What do you mean?” i asked, my brows furrowing as I stared at her.
“How do you think I was able to afford your fees sweetie. Of course he paid for it. every single thing!”
I was rendered speechless, if truly he did that, there was no way in hell I could be able to talk her out of marrying him. I appreciated the warm gesture from him, but I just couldn't push away the feeling of dread that enveloped me.
“uhmm….I was hoping youd be excited.” moms voice reeled me out of my thoughts.
I forced a smile on my face, “yeah I am.”
“You don't look like it, talk to me, what's wrong? you know I cant do this without you”
Her eyes were warm, drawing me in and clouding me with a sense of motherly love. I sighed deeply and snuggled closer to her.
“I'm just scared mom,” I began, frolicking with my fingers, “we've both gone through alot after dad left us for the girl he dated when he was in high school. everything is just moving so….fast. I really don't want you getting hurt.”
“Ron would never hurt m–”
“You don't know that mom!” I was half-yelling, “you don't freaking know that, he's doing too much, too damn much for us in just how many months of meeting you, what? four months?!” I paused to steady my breath. “and to think that jerkass son of his bul–”
“I love him clarabell!” she yelled, her tone was venomous, it practically sent chills down my spine. I shifted away from her, my eyes wide open with surprise as I stared at her.
She bit her bottom lip and dropped her head on her thighs. I heard a faint sob coming from her , forcing me to step closer to her and when I did, she raised her head and muttered so slowly, “I really love him sweetie. I can’t lose him.”
My heart broke into pieces as it then dawned on me how selfish my train of thought had been. Mom was in love with him, the first in ages and I could see it clearly in her eyes.
oh goodness.
I could put up with Ron fir her sake of course, but Ryan?
My head was blank, I couldn't even summon the courage to tell her about what Ryan did to me, hell it would break her if I did. her marriage with Ron might not even hold anymore - that was just how protective she was of me.
Closing the distance between us, I placed her head on my stomach and slowly raked my hand through her hair. in no time, she was sobbing uncontrollably, muttering out how greatly she loved Ron.
“It's okay mom,” I whispered, “don't cry anymore.”
“All I want is the best, for you sweetie and for me too.”
“I understand mom.”
When I noticed she had calmed greatly, gently I removed her head from my stomach. She sniffed, wiping a tear off her face with the back of her palm. We stayed silent, just staring at each other and breathing slowly, until mom cleared her throat and said, “I'll be downstairs with Ron and Ryan.”
I nodded and as soon as she left, I laid with my back on the bed, arranging my disoriented thoughts. thoughts of Ryan in particular. if I was really going to do this for mom, I needed to be sure that I could handle him without letting mom know. and I really hoped that his father was nothing like him.
“Phew,” I breathed.
I tossed around the bed until I drifted off to sleep, when I awoke, outside was dark but the room I was in, was dimly lit and beside me was a note that read,
“Ron’s taken me out on a late night date, your food’s in the kitchen and we’ll be back tomorrow morning, just in time for your birthday.”
Right. Tomorrow was indeed my birthday but I wasn't particularly interested in anything other than the fact that I was going to receive my wolf, and maybe a mate too?
Glancing around the room, towards the window was a movable rack filled with all sorts of clothes, pretty ones at that. my lips stretched into a smile as I quickly freshened up and put on one of the doors.
I made my way to the kitchen but the very least person I expected to see was standing right in the middle of the kitchen with a headset on and his back turned to me.
I scoffed and walked over to where the microwave was, about to take out my food but at the same time his snorty voice, “and what do yo think you're doing newbie?”
My jaw clenched tightly as I snarled at him, “its clarabell, dickhead! and what i am doing is none of your business.”
He scoffed, “I doubt that, you're now in my house remember?”
“Your father’s house, dickhead.” I corrected him.
His eyes darkened and he tossed away the headset he had on. In a split second he was right in front of me, his nose flared and his hands caging me to the wall.
“What? get away from me.” I demanded, trying to push him off but he didn't budge and neither did his stern gaze waver.
“let me go dickhead, this isn't the school environment for goodness sake and need I remind you, that you're supposed to be scared of what's going to happen to you if your dad found out about what you did to me in school today?”
He huffed, bringing his mouth to my ears, “do I look like I give a f**k, newbie?” a chill ran down my spine, but it wasn't out of fear, it was out of something else I'd rather not say.
my anger boiled over and without thinking twice, I raised my knee and landed it twice on his groin. He groaned and scampered away from me. I seized the opportuinity to quickly get my food from the microwave and ran back upstairs to my room.
Locking the door shut, I placed the food on the bedside table, panting. What the f**k was that? That chily sensation that coursed through my body when he had inched so close to me? The question lingered on my mind until i finished eating, lost track of time and retired to bed for the night.
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