26. Lovers' Quarrel

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|_Arthur_

"Aren't you impressed by William's desire to help us out?"

I look at my dad as he and I walked through the building William somehow rented. Him and his dad are arriving at a different time.

He did that purposely so that my dad and I are forced to be together. Not that that's a problem...

"Of course. He try best to bring this for us. You say thank you?" I ask him, and he shook his head no. "Why not?"

"I just haven't gotten down to doing it. It's not like I woke up very first thing in the morning and rushed into your guys bedroom. Wasn't he still asleep?" He questions me. I end up nodding because he was asleep, but he told me goodbye - saw me off.

"Yes...I want to also-."

"Don't apologize Arthur. Everything you said was true - nothing false. You didn't exactly...lie to me. I just was surprised...because it seemed like you hated me now and we're going to cut all ties at that moment in time." My dad confesses as we began to go up a flight of stairs.

I saw we were heading towards a balcony and I knew it was a comfortable cool outside. The sun was still rising when we went out, seeing the table that was already set.

When I went towards the balcony railings I took notice of how familiar the sunrise was. It reminded me of when I was kidnapped... How William drove his Lamborghini through the forest and brought me near the Hollywood sign...

Even though there are such bad connotations behind why we even went there in the first place. I applaud him taking me there so that I couldn't run away - smart.

"I actually don't really like sunrises." I heard my dad say, and I look at him. He stood beside me while looking at the sunset in distaste.

"Why?"

"You probably won't like this...but when you were born it was around the time of a sunrise. Your mother...honestly did not want to have anymore of my kids and the hatred was evident-."

"Why are you telling me this? I already know my mother hates me." I interrupt him, becoming uncomfortable and slightly frustrated.

"You are the closest to looking like me - and she hates me. I don't think it's you exactly that she hates - she can't be that...horrible of a person. Your mother and I have countless kids, I've raised them all...I apologize that I couldn't even get the choice to raise you; but maybe that was for the best." He ends up saying.

"How is that?"

"You became a way better person than me. Your four other brothers are...not so great. I raised them like they were my friends - not like they were my own kids. Because of that they are very undisciplined and...like me, but kind of worse. They all get along with their mother, but I don't truly understand her hate towards you. It's kind of baffling to me." My dad ends up telling me.

I still would've preferred if I was raised by my parents. Though it's becoming apparent to me that that was never meant to happen. I've already met one of my brothers - and he's horrible...

Imagining the other three...

"I'm twenty-six...who out of my other four brothers are the oldest. Name them off to me and their ages." I almost found myself demanding from him.

"Ah, okay. Well your oldest full brother is twenty-eight. I know we were kind of young, but we had horrible parents. Your grandparents are actually alive on both sides. I don't think...you want to meet them though. Oldest brother is twenty-eight and his name is Pierce. Your second and third are twins - they're twenty-seven and named Keating and Sutton. You met Remi...right?"

I snort, nodding because he was the worst of the worst.

"He is half-related. His mother is someone else, but he gets along better with your mother. He's also twenty-eight...I know I look horrible right now." My dad shook his head as he seemed to realize how many kids he had.

Not only did he have five kids, but they all were boys. He raised them...and they turned out like him. Remi certainly has. I don't know about the other four.

"My mom loves those four, even someone who isn't even her child; but she can't love me? The common sense is lacking." I mumble the last sentence under my breath, and my dad laughs.

"Exactly. Towards the time she became pregnant with you her and I started not really...getting along. She felt like her life was being taken away by me and she also believed I didn't really love her... At the time I did - now I despise her. So because of that she felt like since she was pregnant with you that you specifically were holding her down. Didn't help that once you were born you didn't want to be held by anyone else but her. Which makes sense, but this was different.

"You were very clingy. Just being held by anyone else but her made you start to cry your head off. So, that bothered her more for some odd reason...because she already didn't want you; but then you were clinging on to her and refused to let her go. Then when you were old enough to not need to be breastfed she abandoned you - giving you to me. I wanted you, but my parents didn't want me - a sixteen year old - raising four kids and ruin their lives, I already had three. So they had me put you up for a adoption...and it wasn't up to me. I promise." My dad explains to me the best way he could.

At this point it seemed like he was trying to convince me that being raised by him would've been destructive. Maybe it was for the best that I wasn't raised by my biological parents.

Still...there's an ache in my heart as to why me.

"I think...I would prefer if I never meet her." I found myself saying, and my dad grins. "If I do I think I'll be more hurt than satisfied. I met her when I was fourteen and she was cruel to me. I couldn't imagine how she'd react when I'm an adult. Twelve years later..."

I take not of my dad completely agreeing fully. He was nodding fast and without any restraint.

"I haven't seen that crazy woman in a couple of years. I would like to keep that record going." He smiles, and he soon rests his hand on my shoulder. "Even though I wasn't able to be a father for you - you have turned out to be an amazing one. You are an amazing person and I am highly honored to say Arthur Louie Martin is my son."

That caused me to smile a little bit. It was more like I couldn't help but smile at his words.

"Thanks...I think you and I can do this whole father and son thing. I thought it'd be hard, but it's not even that hard." I confess shyly, making my dad chuckle.

"Agreed. I was a little nervous, but I think this is-."

I watch as my dad flinched, his whole body turning around. When I look at the balcony doors I see that no one is there.

"Dad what?" I ask him, and he groans. 

"I know this feeling...please don't tell me he did it..." He groans as he sits down on the couch. His hands over his eyes, but he looks back.

"Did he do what? Are you talking about William? What do you think he did?" I question him as I sit across from him.

"Tried to be the mediator."

Right when he says that the doors open. I look and saw him smiling happily, his dad right beside him. Though I took notice of the woman on the other side of him.

She had this expression on her face that turned to disgust as soon as she saw me. I knew exactly who this was...

"William...w-why?" I croak, and he looks at me in confusion. He walks towards me really fast as he takes my hand.

"I brought your mom to you so that we could fix this-."

"This is a father and son event. I...I don't want to meet her again." I whisper fearfully. Just seeing her made me uncomfortable, bothered, and pained.

"Oh, uh...I'm sorry." He apologizes sadly.

"It's...it's fine-."

"Arthur!"

I flinch when my mom smiles at me. I see her come to hug me and I was very confused. Right when we hug I kind of felt like I was being played.

Suddenly I was pushed away, seeing her look pale.

"That's it - I can't even pretend liking you. I already told you I never wanted to see you again and even with me pretending...it's too much." She shook her head, and I look away from her. "I see you've found yourself someone with such a high status in society. I've heard of the Moretti's and was baffled when I saw my son married their son! I should apply a warning to William about how horrible all the Martin's are. Even you."

I made myself sit down, not even able to say anything. I already expected this, but this was on a whole other level.

"Hey - watch your mouth! My parents found him - not the other way around! This isn't why I brought you here, you said you were willing to change." I heard William say, and I wished I told him another trait my mom has.

She is incapable of kindness or being truthful. Especially when it revolves around me.

"I lied. William you seem like you are genuinely in love with my son and I don't really get that. After all the trouble he's brought me when I was pregnant with him and even when I'm the first months of his birth - it was torture. I already didn't want to have another child-."

"Colette don't go there." I heard William's dad say, and she snorts.

"Arthur already knows I am incapable of being able to love him. Raphael has held me down - including Arthur greatly. I'm highly regretful and I may sound like a horrible person, but I never wanted him. I had him because Raphael was being a nuisance and wanted me to. Arthur you can thank him for me having you. I apologize that you have to have the full wrath of my hatred. It's just unparalleled at this point."

"That's fucking enough."

I heard William interrupt her, but she already finished. All she wanted to do was hurt me and I was furious. Wasn't even hurt...just angry.

Couldn't even hear William talking anymore as I stared forward. My anger flooding through my body and eventually I came to realize that it was pain too. I was trying not to cry and the restraint was painful.

It began to frighten me and I didn't want William to witness anything. I didn't know what I'd say or show and I didn't want him to see it.

Not at all.

Why did he have to bring her here?

I...I told him when we were in Thailand what it was like meeting her. Did he just disregard all that?

He's always...disregarded my feelings or the truth at hand. I have to constantly remind him. This is too much. I'm too angry - my thoughts are proof; but...

What did he think this would do? Did he think he could reason her into being a good person? I know people can change...he's a prime example. She hates me to a degree that is nauseating.

I don't even know who to be mad at. All I knew is that I didn't want to lash out on him. I couldn't allow myself to...

I need him away from me.

|_William_

"You have to go."

I stare at Arthur in shock, watching as there was too much rage and anger in his eyes. It didn't even look like the Arthur I knew...this was someone different.

He stared ahead at absolutely nothing. Except I know he didn't need to. The fear that filled this balcony was unprecedented.

Raphael looked fearful as did his mother. My dad was practically trembling - his hands at least. His mom knew she fucked up now.

"You guys heard him - leave." I snap, and that's when Arthur looked at me.

I flinch because the stare was on me. Except they softened as much as they could just to show me Arthur didn't want to frighten me. Though I wasn't afraid of him like everyone else. I just wanted him to feel better.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'? You just said they have to go." I remind him gently, and his expression doesn't change.

"No. I want you to go. You specifically- only you. Leave, now." He orders of me, and I frown. "You understand that right?"

I look away from him, standing up as I look back down at him. Except now his eyes were cemented on his mother. It made me understand that he was just...probably trying to hide this side of him from me.

At this point I just listen to him, and I was about to recommend my dad to come with me. Until my dad shook his head as if he wanted to stay.

That's when I go back inside. Once I close the doors leading to the balcony I face the other way. I honestly wanted to be out there and be with him. At the same time it seemed like he didn't need me either.

It was almost as if this angry child came out. The anger and pain he felt from being orphaned and then meeting his mother who not only disregarded his existence, but wished it wasn't so; yet loves all her other kids? I could see where he could finally lose it...

Not to mention all the things that have been happening lately. With my incident, the crash, him and Raphael, and now all of this? It's like he can never get a break - and I shouldn't have brought his mother.

I already knew how she already treated him when he was just a child, so it's only common sense that I should've known she'd be worse to an adult. Which she was...but she was kind to me... Kind to the fact that we were having twins and especially kind to the fact that I married him.

Was that all just an act so that she could come here - just to be a bitch to him?

That's when I stop walking, and I remember all Arthur has done for me. I brought that woman to him and I'm not going to leave without taking out the trash.

He's defended me all the time and had my back. All those times I didn't shoo him away. This time he wanted me gone because he didn't want me to see anything. Except I don't care!

I rush back on the balcony and was about ready to prepare to say what was needed. My blood was flowing and everything.

Only for me to see Raphael and Arthur's mom - Colette arguing their asses off. Handing each other an onslaught of insults in French. While my dad just sat - staring at them in shock.

When I move my eyes onto Arthur he was still staring at his mother with the same look. He wasn't saying anything and I rushed towards him.

"Arthur I'm not going to listen to you. I'm staying with you and I don't care if I see a side of you I shouldn't see. You're allowed to be angry! Especially when it comes to wretches like this." I hiss, looking at his mother as she gasps. "Why do you sound so surprised?"

"I was nice to you! I respected the fact that you're married to him and having his babies. It starts like that William. You may like the Martin men at first, but they are all just like their father. He will have multiple kids and leave you behind. That's what he did to that woman and had twins with her too-."

"Don't go yapping about stuff you don't know about. I know everything about that situation - I'm not stupid. Arthur isn't his father...he isn't like everyone else. I used to be rude, conceited, immature, disgusting like you." I hiss at her, and she snorts. "But he forgave me each and every time. He is too kind to have such horrible parents."

I see his dad already looked pained, but his mom just had this bored expression on her face.

"I didn't do anything to you." I hear Arthur growl at her, and she rolls her eyes. "You can love and appreciate everyone, but hate your youngest son? You act like I chose to look like my father and chose to be born."

"No, Arthur - it's perfect that you were born." I whimper, my arms wrapping around his neck. "She is just...a forty-four year old woman but on the inside she's still that teenager who had you. She felt like her childhood was taken away from her and it's evident she wanted something to blame - and you happened to be it. It's stupid...so stupid - you chose to have sex with Raphael without a condom - you!"

I point at her, and she folds her arms. Raphael was glaring at her now to see if she'd deny anything, but she didn't.

"He didn't choose for you two to be his parents! If you put aside your pettiness and immaturity, you'd see that Arthur is the best man out there. He deserves everything...but he certainly doesn't deserve you." I hiss at her, and she glares at me even more.

That's when I feel Arthur begin to stand. My arms unweaving from his neck and he looked...nervous.

"I'm...I'm not going to beg for your forgiveness Colette. I didn't do anything to you but be born. It's evident you have hate towards me that can't be changed no matter what I do or say. There's no point in being angry towards you...you've said your truth and now I will say mine." Arthur begins to say, and I saw that she wasn't glaring at him anymore.

This was probably the most normal way she could look at him.

"It's disappointing that you hate me and feel like I've brought your life down... You brought your own life down by having sex without precautions. You are at fault and you blaming me is just your way of making yourself feel better. All I am is your son and I always will be - you can't change that fact. I'm not going anywhere... Pathetic how I'm blamed for your immature actions...grow up Colette." Arthur says genuinely, and for the first time it was like she finally realized something.

She stood now, and I saw her stare up at him now. Her eyes were set on his. I could tell she couldn't handle the truth and she was realizing that what he was saying was right; but she was trying to deny that that was so.

Arthur didn't even bother looking at her anymore as he walked past everyone. Even me as he was practically power walking away.

I saw my dad smack Raphael's back as if he was insisting that he go after him. I wanted to go after Arthur, but it seemed that maybe I wasn't the one that should be.

Raphael got up nervously, but he eventually went after Arthur. Colette narrows her eyes at me and I smile.

"I hope you find yourself a way back home. I'm not helping you whatsoever." I hiss at her, and she just looks at me.

I grab my dad as I pull him away from her. The both of us leaving now. Even as we walked on I could hear arguing that we were entering in on.

Until it became apparent that it was Arthur and Raphael.

"Arthur he had good intentions-."

"He always has good intentions! I told him the story about what happened the last time I met her. When we were in high school and I said for him to not get involved...to - to not be nosy. He...he has always rushed these things on me - even you! I - I didn't plan on meeting you until a couple more years and then he takes it upon himself to bring you here! Same for her! He thinks it's in my best interest, but it's not! He's only making me feel worse... I can't keep pretending like his good intentions are good for me - because they aren't - they're for him! He's only bringing me more pain!" Arthur cries to him, and I stood here in shock.

I...I felt this feeling begin to rise in me like when I was younger. Angry, frustrated, and just wanted to spout shit.

My fists ball up and I saw my dad walk in front of me.

"William don't-."

"Arthur!"

I shove my dad aside, and I see Arthur flinch. He noticed my anger instantly and I glare at him.

Suddenly he was narrowing his eyes on me, and I didn't see a glare yet; but it was near to being one. I had this inclination to shove him, but I held back.

I always tried to do things for him! In his best interest all the time! For him to thank me and I bring him some form of happiness - do something kind for him. Since he's always doing kind things for me.

Why am I not allowed to do that?

I just want him to acknowledge my kindness like people are

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