I found Dad glorifiedly seated at the dinner table. He did not notice my presence as he is too busy chatting away with his wife and another girl who is also at the table. Dad raises his head just in time, my tightly curled fist landed square on his head instead of his cheek or gut that I had been initially aiming for. He topples over on his chair and falls to the floor. Groaning. My knuckles hurt slightly from the impact. It had barely healed from all the fights I got into last week. But even if they were bruised and my phalanges or whatever shit it's called happen to be broken, I wouldn't care. I wouldn't even feel it. I would not mind leaving bruises all over this man's face and me getting injured bleeding knucles for what he had done. He cannot say that he doesn't know how much that room and those things means to me. It is the only link to my mother that I can calmly look at without recalling painful memories. How dare he turn it into his new daughter's room? That's sacrilegious.
Barbara screams in a deafening way that makes me want to knock her out with the same punch I gave Dad. I send a strong warning glare her way, with the threat on my face, she instantly screws her mouth shut. I went to Dad who was still on the floor trying to get on his feet. I drag him up by his collar, wanting to throw another blow but something stops me. The thought of Mom turning in her grave when she sees that I am beating up her beloved husband. She'll make excuses for him. She always does.
SIMONA
Freddy and I practically run inside to find out what the crashing noise was all about. Mom and Solange were standing terrified. Richard is pinned against the wall by Elion. The peaceful dinning that we had left was now in a terrorized state. The table was turned upside down like it had been flipped like mere paper. The china plates and earthenware dishes and the wine bottles were all broken creating a dangerous mess. "How could you?" He yells in his Dad's face. "It's not his fault. It's mine. Please just let him go." Mom pleads almost in tears as she steps closer to Elion. "What is going on here?" I demanded but got no answer. "Dude, stop this. You are losing your mind again." Freddy was trying to get between Elion and Richard. "Back off Freddy. This is strictly family matter." He shoves Freddy away and continued yelling at his Dad in a near-fight situation. Solange looks like she is witnessing a murder scene. Mom is still pleading with Elion and Freddy looks torn on whether or not to butt in or back off as his friend warned.
"It's not your mother's fault." Richard utters in a tone that sounds strangulated somewhat. "I gave her the permission to throw those things out. You should be thanking me. How long are you going to mop over your mother's death. She wouldn't want that."
"Shut the fuck up!!!" I flinched at Elion's ferocious tone. "You had no right to that!"
Curiosity has gotten me so hard at this point. What are they talking about?
"I am helping you son. The sooner you get used to it, the better for you." Said Richard.
ELION
This man is so unbelievably dumb right now. He calls severing the last link I have with my mother doing me a favor? Mom, I hope you are seeing the dumb bastard that you spent all your life loving to your very last breath. I so badly want to destroy that lying deceiving face of his. But that would not hurt him. He is strutting all over the city these days as a candidate for the mayoral elections. Instead of facial disfigurement, burning down this damn house and exposing his dirty secrets would be better. I lean down close to his ear and whisper, "You better tell me where those materials are or I will burn this place to the ground. As well as something hidden in a rock valley in the Cayman islands."
When I look at him, his terrified face says it all. And I am loving it. This man had gotten too used to my anger bursts and punches. It's about time that I level that up. "How did you know about that?" He whispers back. "How much of it do you know?"
Enough to ruin you. "You don't want to know, Mr Richard Mayers." The corner of my lips raises up slightly into a barely-there smile that has nothing to do with amusement.
SIMONA
"Honey, please come back. You can have my room for the night. It is beautiful and almost the same as yours." Mom calls out to me.
"Keep it. I don't want to be anywhere near here." I am mad after finding out the reason for Elion's outburst. He destroyed everything in my supposed room like a tornado to prove his point. Even if had not trashed it, I would not have been able to go to bed there and close my eyes knowing the story behind it. Now that I do, I am angry at mom. And Richard who allowed her to do it. Elion wasn't being bad and too much in taking it out with his dad like I had thought. I would do the same thing too. Even worse.
"I did it for you sweetie. That room has an amazing view that I knew you would like. I was just trying to make you happy."
"Listen to yourself speaking as if I told you to do that. I never wanted to be here in the first place just incase you have forgotten already!" I shove in the last of my underwear into my backpack. I slung it over my shoulder and pad out of the room. Mom follows behind. "Where are you going?" She asks.
"To anywhere that is not here." I retort. Solange's, Dylan's or Freddy's. Or a motel at the least. I have many options. Finally understanding that my mind is made up, she doesn't try to convince me to stay anymore. "Call me when you get there." She tells me. That, I may, or may not. I get into Freddy's car. I exhale as he drives out of the gate. What a really great day it has been. I want nothing more than to fall asleep and let today be behind me. I close my eyes and lean my head on the headrest. The car was silent until Freddy spoke, "That was quite messy back there." I simply hum in response. Silence returned. My eyes fly open as I remembered something. Sitting up, I asked, "Hey, did you see Solange?"