“Oh,” I say, frowning and feeling guilty all of a sudden. “I didn’t mean to – I’m sorry –“
“Romulus,” Tristin calls, and I look up at her, still standing stern by the door. Romulus lets go of me and runs to her. I follow closely behind.
Tristin gives me a steady stare as I climb the steps to her house, her expression unchanging when I attempt an awkward smile. “He’s mad at you,” she informs me, stern, as I approach her. I don’t have to think very hard to figure out that “he” means my father, not little Romey here. “You watch what you say – or you’ll make hell for all of us, even when you leave.”
“Oh,” I say, red creeping into my cheeks. “I’m sorry – I never meant – “
“No,” she responds, narrowing her eyes a little at me before turning to open her door. “I don’t suppose you do think about how any of your antics affect us. Not at all.”
I open my mouth to protest but then shut it as I follow Tristin into the house. Because it’s right – I haven’t thought about it. Not at all. But then again, it’s not really my fault that my father treats her poorly. I sigh, feeling a headache start at the back of my head as I follow Tristin and Romulus into the sitting room. This is a level of family drama I never signed up for.
My father starts in on me the moment I step into the room.
“What the hell do you think you’re toying with, girl,” he demands, glaring at me as Tristin and Romulus make their way to the couch. Romulus goes a little pale as he looks at his dad and then back at me with wide eyes.
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