The little get together was in ninety percent going well the loss of the other ten percent was for the little fight my parents had in the beginning of the party in front of guest. The only one who was embarrassed was my mother as my father didn't really care for appearances as much as her. I kept my place in the corner of the room watching the people converse to each other. Each one holding a little mask in place to seem more perfect in people eyes, but I could see behind those masks. I could see every little secret they left hidden. Like the fact my mother's boss's husband a seemingly nice young man who gave out artificial brighten smiles to people, and crack jokes on the expense of others he deem not as worthy as him. His mask is breaking with ever glance he makes at men that linger a little too long, and his wife is catching on to his secret that he likes men more than his wife. Or the women that had too much plastic surgeries, and wear too much make up to hide the imperfection only she can see. She secretly hates herself and others around her. She have high homicidal and suicidal tendencies toward herself and her unsuspecting husband. It seems her and her husband will die by her hands in two years' time when she finally cracks.
I look toward the kitchen where I knew my father is occupying sneaking a few cans of beer, and still steaming from the argument with my mother.
"Deanerys, dear." My mother called to me as I took a treat from one of the platters that the waiters where holding.
I watch as my mother took the treat out of my hand my mouth going tight with annoyance as my mother gave the treat back to the waiter with the instruction to throw it away. I made sure my annoyance that was shown on my face dissolve away as soon as my mother face me with a fake smile plaster on her face.
"No, no dear. Remember a moment on the lips a lifetime on your hips." She reprimanded as she handed me a glass of champagne instead to keep me satisfy.
"Oh, you teaching her that saying as well Morgana!" A delighted voice rang out behind my mother as I took the champagne.
I look behind her to find one of my mother's co-workers who I tolerated better than the rest. She was sweet though she care a bit too much about appearances for my taste properly the reason why she is so thin. I watch as she gave the first genuine smile toward my mother and me.
"Yes, I am pro health really and I only put these little treats because my husband don't really approve of those healthy treats I usually try to make them eat." She lied with a small smile toward the women.
She always was a glutton of cheesecake and chocolate. The women nodded in approvement as she went in a ramble at how beautiful I am and the opportunities I will get regarding modeling. My mother preen at the compliments she was given at having such a beautiful daughter.
"She has your lovely bone-structure Morgana. Like a mini you with her father's stunning green eyes. Just a stunning girl you have." Somebody complimented as the women gave a thin lipped smile at my mother and me.
It seem it was hard for the women to mask her contempt and jealousy at the moment. My mother was the only one beside I who notice, and she seem to shine with victory as she thank the jealous women with a back handed compliment on her daughter. The women flare with ire as any women would at the disrespect toward her daughter and herself. Mostly herself.
I look at all the fake smiles that was directed at me from the party goers before making my decision to company my father. I excuse myself trying to be as polite much as possible so I won't receive my mother ire before I quietly made my way to the kitchen. I was aware of the eyes burning my back knowing it was my mother's, but paid no heed to the temper tantrum my mother will surly have when the party end because of my leaving despite of my polite retreat. As I enter the kitchen I saw my father leaning against the kitchen counter with a can a beer in his hand, and watching the kitchen TV that was hanging on the wall above the kitchen table. I glance at the TV not surprise to find American football on. I silently made my way to him mimicking his position with the exception of my arms which were across my chest. He glance at me with an amuse smile on his face before going back to the game. We didn't need much conversation him and me. We were always comfortable with the silence. Cyrus Black will be leaving New Jersey to his mother's house in New York in- I look up sharply at my father him not noticing my behavior. I felt the feeling of panic and abandonment, and I had no idea what to make up of it.
"You're leaving…" I stated more to myself than him and realize my voice tremble as I spoke.
My father look at me with not the least bit of surprise in his eyes and nodded to me.
"Yes, and you are coming with me." He simply stated.
I quickly calm down a little surprise and confuse at the feelings I just experience before regaining my composure. If my father notice my strange behavior he didn't show it or comment on it which I was secretly grateful for. I nodded my head at him before focusing my attention on him. 'He knows of Morgana deceit doesn'the to make a decision like this,' I thought to the voices one of them quickly answering me in a simple no before going silent again. That brought me up short, and I asked the voices of what made him make such of decision if it wasn't my mother's affair. They remain silent I only heard a few amuse giggles at my confusion.
"Where are we going?" I ask using the simple way of getting answers.
His lips twitch for a moment before evading the question.
"You don't know? Haven't they told you?" He asked referring to the voices.
I huff making my father's raise an eyebrow at my odd behavior before I quickly regain my composure to answer his question.
"They are being tight lipped about this, but I figure that this have to do with my grandmother that I haven't even known that you talked to over the phone at exactly five hours, forty five minutes, and twenty two seconds ago." I stated quite sure of myself.
My father's laughter vibrated around the kitchen walls, and I was sure the people outside the kitchen can hear as well. I look at him a little startled and was amaze at the bright smile on my father's face. His eyes sparkled as he brought me into his arms in a tight hold as if he was afraid that I was going to disappear. I awkwardly brought my arms around his waist to hold onto him.
"My little Daenerys…my Daenerys." He whisper into my hair.
"I don't understand what I said is so funny." I mumbled confuse, but he only kiss my head with an affectionate grin before going back to his beer that he left on the kitchen counter.
"Don't ever change."
I nodded my head even though I was confused of my father's behavior, but it left me with a warm feeling. I heard the doorbell ringing breaking the comfortable silence that was between my father and me. My father look confused and mumble his confusion as he made his way out the kitchen making sure to leave his beer on the counter, so he won't face his wife's wrath. Tristan- The voices whisper in excitement. I a smile lift of my lips grace my face before I let it disappear as I made my way out of the kitchen and into the hall. I saw my father, mother, and a man standing in the hallway by the front door.
"Tristan…" My mother trailed off apprehension rolling off her in waves.
"Who's this?" My oblivious father asked.
Tristian was a tall man taller than my own father for at least a couple of inches. He had black wavy hair and eyes the color of onyx. He was heavily muscle like he spend years on protein shakes, and working out in the gym. He was handsome don't get me wrong my mother was perfectionist and she seek perfection in her men as well, but unlike my father who have natural Hollywood beauty this man had artificial beauty to him. I smelt his sickness which was heighten by his anxiety and guilt of what he have done.
"Oh, honey this is a friend of mine from the office." She lied with a fake smile on her face that ooze fake innocence.
"Morgana…I can't do this anymore…." Tristan trailed off unsure of himself.
"Do what?" My father question his eyes becoming hard.
I step up to my father's side giving him moral support while never taking my eyes off Tristan who notice my gaze.
"Nothing honey it's just an assignment for work that is much tedious, and Tristan have been having difficulties with it." My mother explain with a strain smile as she notice all her nosy guest watching the confrontation.
While my mother tried to explain to my father with pathetic excuses on what Tristan is talking about Tristan and I have been staring at each other. I nodded at him knowing his question if he should speak out on his quilt.
"Go ahead Tristan Mallory. Speak." I stated curtly suddenly making my parents suddenly become quiet.
"Be quite Daenerys." My mother hiss at me going to grab my arm which I know will leave a bruise if she touch me.
My father smack her hand away making my mother gasp as she pull her hand to cradle it against her chest openly gaping at my father as if he has lost his mind. My father eyes were chilling as he regarded my mother. The guest forgotten in the background whisper and gossip to one another about the happenings in what is in front of them.
"Do not touch my daughter." He hiss at her taking a step in front of me.
I look up at my father a little startled at his protection before paying attention to what is going on. My father look up at Tristan and urged him to speak up on what brought him here. My mother glare at him as if to dare him tell the truth of their secret. He look at her pleadingly before squaring his shoulders to look at my father with confidence that would have been convincing if I didn't seen his hands tremble before he disguise it by clenching his hands into a fist.
"Morgana and I have been having an affair." He spoke out loud enough for the whole party to hear making them give a dramatic gasp.
My father framed trembled and I look at him with apprehension not knowing what he was going to do next.
"Cyrus...honey….it is a lie. I never…." My mother trailed off on her lie unsure because my father haven't taken his eyes off Tristan.
Daenerys step back- A voice command the others agreeing and telling me how far I should step back, so I won't get hurt in the crossfire when the fight will start. I took approximately ten big steps back away from my father and as if he felt my departure from his side was when his fist flew into Tristan jaw. The sound of a man's jaw breaking, and then the sound of a man hitting the floor vibrated throughout the house as everybody went silent for just a moment before my mother broke it with her shriek as she gaped at her husband in disbelief.
"Everybody out!" My father suddenly shouted.
Nobody move for a moment before my father turn to them with enraged eyes.
"I said get the fuck out of my house!" He shouted before taking Tristan as an example by throwing him out of his house leaving the front door wide open for the shock guest to leave.
Everybody scramble out of the house some dared to mummer their displeasure of being treated this way to my mother who didn't said or do anything but cried where she stood in disbelief and embarrassment. My father walk up to me his face softening a little as I look up at him expectantly.
"We are leaving." I stated simply waiting for his approval.
"Yes. Go get your things pack and I mean everything. I don't think I could replace things you might need with how money is going right now." My father whisper to me before urging me to hurry along.
I just made it halfway to my room before the familiar shriek of my mother resounded around the house. Soon the sound of my father's angry and hurt voice joined my mother in level. I hurry into my room grabbing two of my briefcases before packing all my clothes that I pick out on my own and also the expensive dresses my mother bought me over the years, and undergarments along with my useless things off the vanity since my father said he wanted everything to be taken with us. It didn't take me that much time before I was done with packing. The sound of things breaking and the ongoing argument told me that this goodbye to my mother will not be an easy one. I quickly grab my things slowly making my way into the leaving room my parents I suppose was in their bedroom going by the direction of noise they are making.
"It's over Morgana. Nothing you can say can change my mind on this joke of a marriage." Was the sound of my father's voice before he barged into the leaving room his suitcases in his hands my mother right behind him fury all over her face.
"So now seventeen years of marriage is a joke now! Seventeen years of taking care a child together is a joke! Do you know how hard it been for me? Dealing with a psychotic daughter who talks to voices in her head, and feeling so alone inside my own house! I just need comfort but you weren't man enough to do it, so I look to someone who can!" My mother shouted aware of how her words are hurting my father.
"Nothing haven't change Morgana. In seventeen years you haven't grown up you are still that needy child who plays victim every time she is caught in a lie, or her perfect world isn't so fucking perfect anymore." My father stated turning around to face her his eyes cold and cruel. He made sure he hit every one of her insecurities with a sneer and cruel carefully chosen words. "Our daughter is not the reason of your problems. Not the reason why you feel hollow and incomplete. It is you that is the problem. Our daughter is special and amazing, and I thank God that I have her every day, and if you don't feel like that then you don't have to worry about my daughter since she and I will never have to see you ever again. "
He turn to me and tilted his head toward the door getting the hint I grab my things and made my way to the door my father a step behind me . He open the door for me and I place my things on the porch before facing my father who stared at me with confusion.
"I like to talk to my mother for just a second. I be right there." I stated urging him to move out the way so I can talk to my mother.
He move out the way cautiously not wanting to but respecting my wishes. He gave one more warning look at my mother before taking some of the bags to his truck. I look at my mother who was glaring at me from the front door and shook her head in exhaustion.
"Just go." She stated curtly.
"No." I simply stated I need her to hear me for once.
Her tire eyes suddenly blaze with anger and before I knew it I felt a sharp pain against my cheek from where she slap me hard enough for me to feel for a while.
"Haven't you done enough? This is your fault, if you weren't ever born this wouldn't have happen! I hate you! I hate you…" She trailed off her eyes filling up with pained tears.
I touch my cheek gingerly in slight surprise before looking at my mother who was looking more pitiful by the second.
"I don't hate you." I whisper catching her attention her eyes still alight with misdirect anger and hatred. "I don't feel anything for you to hate you. You was just the women who gave birth to me, and for that I suppose I love you to some extent, but that is it. As for what you did to my father was all your fault nobody else's. It's time you own up to your mistakes."
She look at me as if she was the one slapped before lashing out at me in fury, but luckily this time I saw it coming and stepped away from her just in time.
"I only thing I have to own up to was the mistake of letting Cyrus talk me out of aborting you!" She shouted her tears falling out of her brown eyes before she hastily wipe them off with her hands so she can glare at me.
At felt a flare of pain in my chest before it left me feeling numb. I tilted my head at her feeling a wave of vindictive emotion come over me. The voices laughing in glee at my emotions in the back of my mind not helping my feeling of vindictiveness toward my mother.
"That might be but there is another mistake you have to own up to. Like letting a man bed you without the proper protection for diseases is another mistake since you don't know what you might have pick up." I said with curtly feeling satisfaction at the devastating realization on my mother face before heading toward the door. Before I walk out I look at my mother who was glaring at her marble floor tears gathering in her big brown eyes. "Goodbye mother."
I closed the door behind me to find my father waiting for me by the car tense, but relax a little when he saw me emerge from the house. I made my way toward him ready to open the passenger door before he stop me to look at my cheek which still sting from the slap I received earlier. His eyes harden and his nose flare with fury, but I shook my head at him to dismiss it.
"I'm fine." I whisper to him seeing how my nonverbal reply didn't sway him from thoughts of marching into my now mother's house to rip her a new one. "Can we go now?"
He sigh before kissing my cheek.
"Let's go." He sigh before helping me into the passenger seat.
I hop into the truck letting him slam the door behind me. I watch as he made his way to the driver seat jumping onto the seat.
"Where we going?" I ask since the voices haven't told me yet just repeating names from this morning.
"New York." He said with his first smile of the night as he drove off the block I grown up in.
It's seems my life will take a drastic turn whether it's for the worst or the better surprisingly I don't know just yet. Clary, Jace, Clary, Jace, Clary, Jace, Jace, JACE!