AN: Thank you to those that reviewed, it helped me with this next chapter. Hope you enjoy it and don't forget to look at Lili's closet to see what she wears to dinner.
Family Dinner: Chapter Nine
I sat there next to Tate as my father and Marilyn talked to each other like we weren't even there. Tate and I on one end, and the parents from hell on the other. I picked at my food as I watched them closely. Something was up, by the way that they were touching each other. From beside me I could tell that he was watching them also.
"Are you guys going to spit out already what this emergency family dinner is all for?" I said with an irritated sigh "Because you both are boring me to death, and I'd rather be making out with Tate then seeing you two grope each other"
My father chocked on his food, before reaching across to take a drink of his water. I smirked towards him because I knew he was shocked to hear me say that, and it satisfied me. Tate chuckled slightly beside me, granting him a glare from my father.
"So you're dating the psychopath, brilliant" Marilyn muttered
I could feel Tate's body stiffen from beside me and I watched from the corner of my eye as his hands fisted on his lap. Immediately, I reached down and grabbed his hand, knowing he was fitting the need to reach across and choke her. I was fighting to do the same,
"Dad," I said with a sharp tongue "What do you have to say,"
My father looked towards Marilyn before turning back towards me with a hesitant look.
"Are you getting a divorce?" I asked with excitement
"No. You wish," Marilyn smirked
"I do, in fact, I pray for it every night along with your death." I said with a serious tone and a smile.
"Lilianna," My father said with a sharp voice, telling me I'd taken it too far. After a pause, he spoke again "Marilyn and me wanted to sit with you because…we wanted to tell you that Marilyn is pregnant."
"What?" I spoke with a dead tone "Y-You've got to be kidding me."
"No. You'll have a brother or sister by early winter."
"Oh, god."
I pushed back the dining room chair and rushed out of the room and towards the bathroom. I kicked the door closed and opened the seat, just in time, to empty the contents of my stomach. From behind me I heard Tate push into the bathroom and grab my hair, moving it out of my way. I heard him shush and rub my back, soothing me as I unattractively threw up.
Once I knew my stomach was calmed and emptied, I flushed everything away and pulled down the cover to sit on top of it. Tate squatted down between my legs and looked towards me, worry swimming in his dark eyes.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly.
With my hand cupped over my mouth, I nodded my head.
"I can't believe that she's pregnant," I groaned "That fucking…bitch is pregnant."
"Something tells me the kids not his," Tate said with a smirk "Marilyn sounds like a whore."
"She is a whore. She was having an affair with my father while he was still married to my mom. I blame her for my mother's death, so yes, Marilyn is a whore."
A knock was heard on the bathroom door only seconds later. Tate and I both stood, before he reached around and opened the door to the small bathroom. When the door opened, my father stood in the doorway.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his fact etched with worry. But I was too pissed to even care.
"I'm fine. Go back to your pregnant whore," I said as I pushed past him, Tate following behind me, but his hand was ripped away from mine.
I heard a loud groan and then a bang. When I turned around, I saw that my father held Tate against the opposite wall, his forearm against Tate's throat.
"Dad!?"
"You stay the fuck away from my daughter, do you hear me? You stay away from her," My father spoke between his teeth towards Tate.
"Dad!" I shouted and pulled on his arm "Let him go!"
"No!" My father snapped and turned towards me "You don't get to speak at all. I'm sick and tired of your behavior. I'm sick of your mouth and I'm sick of him being around more then he should be. He's a dangerous boy, Lilianna. Do you understand me!? You're not allowed to speak or see him again,"
"You can't do that," I whispered, my body shaking with both fear and anger.
"The hell I can't. I'm your father, and you're a seventeen year old girl. You don't get to make decisions for yourself."
"Mr. Wynter's…"
Tate tried to speak, but my father didn't give him the chance. Instead he lunched forward and punched Tate in the face. A shocked gasp left my lips as Tate fell to the ground, landing on his hands.
"What the fucking hell is wrong with you!" I shouted
"You stay away from him," My father glared towards me, before stomping past me and back towards Marilyn in the dining room.
My body was still shaking as I watched Tate get up from the floor, look towards me, blood on his cut lip, before he turned and walked away from me. I was stuck there, frozen and shaking from everything that had just happened before me.
He didn't come and see me that night. I stayed up all night waiting from him, and he never showed. A part of me knew he wasn't going to show up, the look on his face told me everything. I cried. I cried a lot. I buried myself under my pillows.
For hours I stayed up. It was 3am and I still hadn't fallen asleep. I missed Tate and wanted him. So, after building up the courage, I slipped on my slippers and got out of my bed. I knew where he was going to be staying. I knew he would be in the basement. Going down there without Tate scared the living shit out of me, but my need for him was more over powering. I'm one of those pathetic girls that felt the need to always be with their boyfriends, and I didn't even care.
I wrapped my sweatshirt around my body and quietly made my way down the stairs and towards the basement. When I got to the basement door, I took a few deep breaths, before opening it. My footsteps caused the boards beneath my feet to creak loudly. When I got to the bottom of the steps and looked around. The whole basement was encased in darkness, and the only thing that I could see with was the faint light of my phone.
"Tate?" I whispered "I know you're down here,"
I popping noise was heard behind me causing me to jump, and it was followed with childlike laughter. A shot of fear ran through me before I continued on my way and looked for him. I loved this house, but this fucking house being so damn big was not helping me in this fucking basement.
"Tate…please." I spoke a little louder
"Look what he did to me,"
To the sound of a soft female voice, I turned around and came face to face with a young girl. She had olive skin tone and dark hair, dressed in a nurse's outfit, but the thing to cause me to jump back and scream.
"Are you one of my girls? Did my wife prep you?"
I screamed again when I felt someone come back up from behind me, but when I turned around I saw a tall male in a doctor's uniform. I stumbled back and watched as they disappeared before my eyes. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm myself from the heart attack I felt like I was going to have.
Another noise was heard and I froze, before I felt a searing pain from my midcalf down to my ankle. A blood curtailing scream left my lips as I felt a tug to my ankle, dragging me down to the ground. My body fell to the ground with a thud, and I looked down to see a claw like hand drag at my ankle. I screamed and tugged, but whatever had a hold on me wouldn't let go.
"No! No!"
I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me back from the creature.
"Go away, Thaddeus, leave her alone," Tate spoke angrily
A growl was heard before my ankle was released. I scampered back into Tate's arms and cried. I felt him pick me up before carrying me over to his hide-away that he showed me only a few weeks ago. The door closed behind him before be held me in his lap. He rocked me as he held me and it calmed me down. Being in his arms calmed me down.
"What…the fuck…was that?" I sniffled "Fuck, my leg."
"I know, just…hold on." Tate whispered "I told you not to come down here alone."
"I had to find you," I whispered "You didn't come to me,"
"Yeah, but at what fucking risk, Lili?"
Tate disappeared from my view, but I knew he didn't leave me, I felt him wrap something around my leg, before carrying me again. My arms wrapped around his neck as he carried me up the stairs and back towards my bedroom. My head was against his chest and I smiled softly as I felt him set me on my bed, climbing in beside me.
"Who is Thaddeus?" I asked softly
"A ghost, one that you should never fucking meet again." Tate spoke, before moving from my bed and going into my bathroom. He came back with three little pills. My pain meds.
"Take these," He said frantically.
"Tell me your not going to listen to that asshole and actually leave me alone." I spoke looking up towards me.
"No. I wasn't planning on it."
"Then why didn't you come tonight? You here by 12am, its fucking 4am Tate."
"I was…doing something."
I didn't ask what it was, something inside me told me I didn't want to know. I took the pills form his hands and swallowed them without water. I moaned slightly as a shot of pain from my leg ran up my body. Tate shifted slightly and laid beside me.
"How am I going to explain that?" I whispered
"I don't know, cut while shaving?" Tate spoke
I giggled slightly "Not going to happen."
Reaching down to grab his hand, I moved to lay down into the crook of his arm.
"You didn't answer my question,"
"Which one?"
"The one on where you're not going to listen to my father and you're going to stay with me and not care about what he said about you or me."
"I was never going to listen to that asshole." Tate kissed my temple "I love you, Lili, and I'm not going anywhere."
"Good," I sighed softly "And I'm really proud of the fact that you didn't hit him back, Tate. I know how much that took, and I'm really really happy you didn't hit him back."
"I wanted to," He confessed "I wanted to get up off the floor, and bash his face in. But I couldn't….not with you there. I don't want you to ever see me like that, Lili."
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