My longest chapter yet! I'm so on a role this week! This chapoter is for both Natalie and Katherine who've been getting on my back like a monkey on a tree about not updating every day >. But anyways, I liked this chapter, I hope you do... I would like some feedback! That's what really keeps me goin', guys! Not much for warning, but maybe a few words or something, I don't remember.
"I still don't see why we have to go visit him…he never came to see us."
"Oh, shut it already. If it's that difficult for you to do, then I suggest that you simply think of it as visiting our sister."
"Whatever. I don't wanna see that bastard, he already left us for some random slut off the street."
"Both of you stop that right now."
"Mum, I didn't do anything! He was complaining and I was just…"
"Bickering," Elizabeth finished for her, though not exactly the way her daughter would have finished it.
"Fine, then. Mum, why the hell do I have to see him? And why are you so firm about this, he left you for some girl."
"Angelo, stop your complaining. We are going to visit your father and there's very little you can do to change that."
"So you're saying I still have a chance?"
"I'm saying the only way you're getting out of this visit is by setting this jet on fire."
Angelo took in a deep breath, "Fine, but…can you just answer my question?"
"Angel, can't you just leave it alone?"
"No, Angie, I can't just leave it alone. I wanna know why I have to see someone who means absolutely nothing to me."
"Angelo, don't say that, if it wasn't for him, neither of you would be here…"
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing? Because if it is, then I think I might like the bad a bit more than the good."
"Angelo, stop it this instant. I don't want to hear a word out of you for the rest of the trip."
Angelo crossed his arms defiantly and stood up walking to the back area of the privately owned jet and lied down on a reasonably comfortable bed.
"Mum…"
"Stop, Angela. He is going to visit Warren, and that's the end of it. Don't attempt to persuade me into turning this jet around. I simply won't."
"I think you're being a bit too harsh, though, mum…"
"Because I refuse to listen to his complaining any longer? I think not, Angela."
"Can you please just call me Angie?"
"Why? I named you Angela, if I wanted to call you Angie, would I not have named you that?"
"Why do you always have to be so difficult, mum? He just asked you a question, and I think it's a reasonable question. He's played no role in our lives whatsoever, and at the age of eighteen, you just…decide that it would be good for us to visit him? Why, mum?"
"Because I would like for the both of you to get over you prejudice towards your father. If it were not for him neither of you would exist, or do you not yet understand that? Shall I give you a lesson in sexual education?"
"Mum, stop it! You're being so broad, it's not even fair, I'm just asking you a question and you say because you don't want us to hate dad. Well, do you not want us to hate him because he sent money to us? For all those years he wasn't around? For…for," The oldest Worthington broke down into tears at this point and covered her beet red face with her hands.
"Angela…" Elizabeth whispered, moving closer to her daughter. "He's not as bad as you think he is. Would I have married him if he were a bad man? Would I have had three beautiful children with him if he were a bad man? Granted, he's made a few lousy decisions, but the two of you aren't giving him the credit he deserves. Did you even know that I was the one that brought up a divorce? Because I was…we weren't working out anymore…we thought we were ready for the next step, but we really weren't, can you understand that, Angela?"
Angela looked up at her mother, "What? It was you? You allowed us to believe that our father left you for another woman, when what truly happened was the two of you 'weren't working out'? I can't believe you would do that to us…"
"Angela, calm down. I let you assume what you wanted, and now I'm telling you the truth. Isn't that fair enough? I'm not perfect, sweetie, I can make mistakes just as easily as you can."
"Mum, how did you have Shae? I mean…if you and dad were divorced, he was with another woman…then how did you have a daughter by him?"
"Do you truly want to know?"
"You know just as well as I know that I wouldn't ask a question that I wouldn't appreciate the answer to."
"You're right, I do. We were drunk at his office, it was some business party and once everyone was gone, we were rather unorthodoxly intoxicated and had sex, which resulted in your younger sister."
Angela's hand covered her mouth as she heard this…Shae wasn't even born out of love, she was born out of…drunkenness. "Shae was just…a result? You mean…mum, does she know this?"
"Yes."
"You told her?"
"Not at all."
"Then how does she know!"
"She 'found' the letter I sent to your father."
"What letter?"
"The letter I sent him that said that I was pregnant and that I would no longer take any of his money in taking care of her and that I would take care of her myself."
"If you sent it to him…how did she find it?"
"He sent it back to me, as it would seem. More than likely because he didn't want to be caught with it and be accused of some scandal or something of the sort, I'm sure."
"Goodnight, Jade," Sean whispered in the crimson haired beauty's ear as they arrived at her room.
"Sean," she whispered back, just as quiet and secretively. "There's something I think you might wanna know."
"Can it wait till after we kiss?"
"If you're making a death wish, yes."
"And what, pray-tell, is that important, Jade?"
"The fact that my father's standing right behind you," she said. No, wait, she didn't say it…she…thought it? Yes, you heard, rather you read, correctly, the girl thought it! Alas, though, you are not crazy, unless you are, for the reasoning to all of this is quite simple, my friend, and if you've yet to understand, then you are mentally in danger of…nevermind. For those who've yet to comprehend how she thought and he heard, I shall now tell you; Jade Summers is a telepath, my friend, no doubt from her mother, the lovely Jean Grey-Summers.
When Sean finally understood this, he smirked and leaned forward and kissed Jade full on the mouth; not the reaction Jade expected, and certainly not the reaction Scott wanted.
Scott, much too Jade's chagrin, grabbed Sean's shoulder saying something along the lines of "Get to your room, Worthington."
"But, I wasn't done. We haven't even gotten our clothes off! She already saw me, so I'm allowed to see her." Wasn't that a nice thing to do? Screw the girl you're attempting to date over royally. But it would be funny.
"Sean! I did not! I mean, I did, but…"
"Go Worthington," Scott commanded even more sternly.
Sean smiled and quickly left, after; of course, he had managed to sneak a quick kiss from Jade.
One the way back to his room, the thought of how sincere his relationship with Jade was so far. Was he just covering his own feelings? Was he trying to hide his negligence to the actual problem at hand? He knew that if he really wanted to, and had enough patience he could get Desiree back…but he failed to do so. He was awakened form his thoughts when he bumped into a body and fell to the ground.
"Well well, if it I'n't the Worthin'ton boy," a dark voice said as he stared down at Sean.
Sean lifted himself to his feet once again. "Mr. LeBeau…? What are you doing here? Oh I forgot, Desiree said you were coming."
"Ya've any idea how much pain ya cause mah daughter?"
"You didn't exactly come here to give me a hello did you?"
"In a way, yeah, Ah did…How 'bout ya follow meh back to the rec room, Sean?"
"To tell ya the truth, Mr. LeBeau, I don't exactly trust you."
Remy pulled his Bo staff from his side and immediately extended it to its full length, and fast as lightning strikes, he was behind Sean with the staff against the small of Sean's back. "Whadda ya say weh go to the rec room, Sean?"
"Was that a choice?"
"Did it sound lahke one?"
"Not quite. But ya know, yer gonna have to ask yourself a question here, Mr. LeBeau, am I more afraid of you than you are of your wife?"
Remy glared and retracted his Bo staff. "Ya a smart kid, Worthin'ton, but ya stay long way from muh daughteh, ya hear meh?"
Sean smirked, "Oh, then I better go tell her to either get her clothes back on or to meet me in the boathouse?"
Remy continued to glare, but simply walked off, his over coat swaying with the breeze.
"And people say sarcasm is bad," Sean commented to himself as he continued toward his room. As soon as he got to his bedroom door, however, someone tapped on his shoulder. He quickly turned around to find his mother smiling at him. "I have a surprise for ya, Sean," she said and grabbed his wrist, leading him downstairs and to the kitchen. When the two got there, they were greeted with two faces he'd never seen in his life and one that he'd seen only in photographs. And to say "greeted" is quite an overstatement, for one of the persons whom he'd never seen before practically glared at him, while the other smiled slightly at him, and then the older, whom he recognized now as Elizabeth, looked rather indifferent.
"Uh…This is a great surprise mom. What, do I get cake or something now? If not I'm going back to my room, seeing my dad's old whore doesn't please me whatsoever. And who are they, the brother and sister I've heard oh-so-little about? That's fantastic; now I've seen that they look alike each other, imagine that. So can I go now?"
Paige stared stupefied at Sean, if she were one to not be afraid to hit her children when they were to be punished, she'd have slapped him right across the face. "Sean, how dare you!"
"Well, it would seem that he sees about as much point in this as I do," Elizabeth commented. She really had no desire to see, meet, or hear of Warren's son, especially by another woman. "And I wouldn't mind if you didn't call me a whore, Sean."
"Go to hell," he glared.
"That's my mother!" Angela shouted and moved closer to Sean, ready to explode.
"Yeah, and I've yet to find myself caring."
"Back off, Sean," Angelo's deep, frightening voice pronounced.
"Screw yourself."
"I would recommend you not say that again," he said in that same voice.
"Screw yourself," Sean said, drifting on each sound.
"Like pushing the limits, huh?"
"Some call it pressing buttons, but yeah, yeah I do."
"Are you even aware, Sean, that you were born by an affair? The way I figure, all three of us are eighteen, we were born while mum and Warren were still married, so how, Sean, were you born? It sounds to me like that makes you a bastard child."
Sean narrowed his eyes toward Angelo and quickly pounced on him, throwing enraged fists at the boy's face, not stopping until Angelo gained the upper hand and turned over, so he was on top of Sean, and threw only a few fists before the both of them were pulled apart.
Sean laughed. "Where'd you learn to fight, 'cause I don't feel a damn thing."
"Wait till morning, bastard child."
He smirked, "Alright, I'll report to ya then. But until morning comes, I'll be in my room. Thanks for the surprise, mom, that was great."
After a few hours of being secluded from everyone and everything in his room, the proverbial knock came from his door. "Come in," Sean called, not caring as of now for who it was.
Once the door opened, he immediately heard sniffles and the dragging of feet, until finally, Shae came into view. "Sean, I'm so sorry about Angel…He has a short temper and he never really cared for anyone but his immediate family…I'm so sorry."
"Why are you sorry? You had nothing to do with it. I kinda started it, wasn't exactly in a good mood. So what did you actually come here for?"
"Why is it I'm so predictable that everyone knows when I have two reasons for anything?"
"No one goes out of their way to apologize for a sibling."
"I suppose you're right…"
"So, again, why are you really here?"
"Well, I heard that you and Jade went out earlier."
"News travels fast."
"She told me herself…we just talked."
"You're holding back why you're here…why?"
"I'm kind of embarrassed…"
"Well, don't be, it's just me."
Shae smiled and nodded. "Well…it's about Dominic."
"What about him?"
"Well, I think he's just going out with me because he couldn't go out with Zaira…"
"And how exactly am I supposed to help with this?"
"I don't know…you're a guy, so I thought…"
"I have no idea, Shae. So, any other reasons for being here?"
"Well…maybe. Is it true that you and Desiree used to go out?"
Sean nodded.
"You know who she's going out with?"
"Yup. Isaac 'Izzy' Allerdyce."
Shae shook her head, "No silly, those two are just friends. She's going out with a different guy. He's really really cute. He's got long brown hair and these perfect brown eyes, he even talked to me once…"
"She's going out with someone else? Huh…that's odd."
"Why?" Shae inquired.
"Well, she's going back home soon."
"Uh-uh-uh. She's staying here for a long time. I talked to her before."
"Well that's interesting. So do you have the name of this guy?"
"Damien Conners…" she said rather dreamily.
"That bastard…" he muttered inaudibly.
