When I returned to my room, my suitcase was lying open on my bed and Neah was packing it with the clothes from my dresser. The sight simultaneously killed any hope I'd had of them being reasonable and pissed me off further. How dare they think that they could just pack up my stuff and make me go with them? I grabbed the stack of t-shirts from Neah and shoved it back into the dresser, slamming the drawer shut and leaning against it so that they'd have to go through me to get to it again. "Stop that at once! I'm not going anywhere with you!"

While Neah looked like he was going to start crying again, Adam fixed me with a severe look that reminded me of a parent punishing a misbehaving child, which only served to anger me further; I was not a little kid and he was not my father. "Allison, be reasonable. You clearly can't handle yourself on your own. It's time for you to come home."

I met his glare with a level stare, trying to be firm without giving in to my anger. Being told to be reasonable when I was the only one acting rationally was infuriating. "I still have three months of school left. I'm not going anywhere until I finish school."

His reaction to my attempt to reason with him only proved to me that he was the one being unreasonable. Adam continued to stare sternly at me as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You can finish school any time. And you certainly can't expect to do so while you're pregnant. Come home with us, and once you're back to your properly behaved self, then we can talk about restarting your schooling."

I didn't think it was possible for me to become more pissed off with him, but that suggestion made me see red. "No. You have no right to put an end to my education. I'm the one paying for it. Maybe if you were actually supporting me like a proper family should, then maybe you'd have a say in this, but you're not, so you don't. I'm staying and that's final."

Adam was clearly going to argue with me some more, but that was when I caught sight of the clock. It was later than I expected it to be, so I quickly spoke again before Adam could derail the conversation further. "Now, I have a class in twenty minutes. If you're not going to let me go, can we at least pause this discussion while I email the professor? He grades us on attendance."

I didn't hear what Adam said in response. I ignored him completely as I moved over to my desk and opened my laptop. It didn't matter if they were actually going to let me go to class or not. If I left them alone in my dorm room, they would pack up my things while I was gone, and I wasn't about to let that happen. Professor Martin was going to be a pain to deal with if I skipped his composition class, but that was definitely the preferable option.

When I finished the email and turned my attention back on my uncles, Neah had gone back to packing my suitcase. I face-palmed before running my fingers through my hair to try to soothe the annoyance I felt. Showing my frustration was only going to make this situation worse, though holding it in was staring to give me a migraine.

Stalking over to Neah, I managed to stop him just as he went to pull open my underwear drawer; the last thing I needed right now was for the closest thing I had to a parent to see my collection of lingerie. I grabbed his wrists and yanked him away from my dresser. "Stop it. I'm not going with you."

While Neah began crying crocodile tears, which I ignored quite easily, Adam returned to lecturing me like I was a hormonal, love-struck teenager who was incapable of making mature decisions. And while it was true that I was hormonal, as being pregnant does that to a person, all it really did was rile me up.

My attempts to argue with him turned what had thus far been a somewhat rational discussion into a full on shouting match. Adam continued to be unreasonable and demanding, and I eventually lost my temper. I knew that yelling at him was a stupid move, but I couldn't hold my frustration in any longer. After being around Kanda almost constantly for the last four years, loud arguments had become something that I was very good at. It was in my nature to yell and swear when I got upset, and this infuriating conversation had dragged on for so long that I could no longer fight against that.

I lost track of time while we were yelling back and forth, but when ten o'clock hit, I was made very aware of it. The overwhelming urge to vomit hit me mid-sentence and I barely managed to make it to the toilet before I lost the contents of my stomach. Throwing up my breakfast every day was one of the more unpleasant things about being pregnant, but I hadn't eaten yet that day, and my morning sickness was apparently a hundred times worse on an empty stomach. I was in an incredible amount of pain and discomfort as my body forcibly expelled whatever it could.

But even though I was distracted by the sudden bout of morning sickness, Adam's lecturing never let up. Even as I violently lost the contents of my stomach, Adam continued to talk down at me. Not even Neah expressed concern for what I was experiencing.

When the morning sickness finally passed and I felt like I could move without heaving again, I was too exhausted to keep up the argument with my uncles. I continued to ignore the lecturing as I unsteadily made my way back into the bedroom and lounged as comfortably as I could against my headboard.

Adam's yelling became a dull roar as I leaned back and only pretended to listen to what he was saying. What I was actually doing was surreptitiously typing out a text on my cell phone. Kanda was supposed to be picking me up for lunch, and he needed to be warned to stay away. If Adam was that mad at me, there was no telling what he'd do to my husband.