CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Hello,” I said, walking into the other room.
Three pair of eyes were on me as I left. They were nosey as usual, but I didn’t expect anything less of my family. I knew my mother genuinely wanted to know about my life, but my dad and Sean were being assholes.
“Hey babe. We’re still on for tomorrow?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “If you’re referring to meeting my family, yeah. Sure.”
I sat on the couch, playing with a dated throw-pillow, waiting for him to talk. Things were so tense, but he wasn’t making an effort to change that.
“I’ll be there. Is everything alright?” He asked.
Sean walked in the room, glaring at me. “Taylor, we’re waiting on you to eat in here.”
I held my finger up at him, needing another minute. Huffing, he stalked in the other room. As if someone was listening to my conversation, I turned from the door.
“Yeah. Fine. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Who were you talking to?” He asked.
“My brother,” I snapped. Typical Hayze. Call me while we weren’t on the best of terms and pick a fight with me about who may be around me.
“That didn’t sound like Scott…”
Standing from the couch, I narrowed my eyes as if he could see me. “I have another brother. Maybe I forgot to tell you…Do you forget to tell me things sometimes, Hayze?”
“Taylor, I’m trying here.”
“I know you, but,” sighing, “But I barely know anything about you….and you’re acting like an ass lately!”
“I said I’m trying,” he said through clenched teeth.
I wasn’t fighting with him again. I started walking to the dining room where my family was waiting for me. “Try harder. I have to go.”
My dad was sitting at the head of the table with his hands clasped together. His glare hardened as I walked in. Without talking to him, I sat at my assigned seat and began putting food on my plate.
“I hope that boy learns some manners before he gets here tomorrow,” he grumbled. “Sean, will you bless the food?”
Like the obedient child he is, Sean went into his prayer. As he was blessing the food and asking forgiveness of the families’ sin, I hoped tomorrow would go as planned. The last thing I needed was for my family to hate Hayze.
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