Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

281 -The Mess Of A Family

Akin V. Spade!

My head was exploding ever since I heard Beatrice. There was no way my parents did that.

'So we are not going to talk about that?' King reminded me of something I wanted to forget about.

'King! Now is not the time/ I grunted, focusing on the road and making sure I didn't run into a car.

'Why didn't you stay with Beatrice? Are you embarrassed to us?' he asked again.

I knew he would bring it up. Sadly, when the changes first started, I was pretty harsh on him.

Tm not embarrassed. I'm afraid I have scared her enough/1 said, and soon I found King silent.

We used to communicate so well, but things changed. It was as if we both now wanted to be heard.

King would constantly argue with me over my ways of doing things.

But one thing I did notice about him. He was even calmer now. He barely wanted me to talk to anyone.

However, today was not about us. It was about what Beatrice told me.

I sped over to the mansion to have a word with my parents. They have kept secrets from us. From their

divorce to their deciding to be together again, everything was planned behind closed doors and we

would only find out when one of them accidentally spills it.

I never said a thing because I respected their privacy. I respect everyone's privacy, but lately, I've been

getting impatient.

It is as if I want to interrupt. I am forcing myself to take an interest in others.

Tm afraid we are losing it. Nothing is exciting us. All I can think of is—/1 paused as I forced myself to

think of a less painful answer, 'nothing!'

I don't want to be anywhere.

'Don't fool me. I know you still care about someone/ King said after several minutes of silence.

'That's because she is vulnerable among these brutal people/1 explained it to him.

’She peered into our heads, so stop lying,’ King grunted, and I knew he was ready for another big dose

of silence. But I didn't have to pay attention to him anymore.

As soon as I got home, I felt like I was going to war. Having a. Conversation with my parents was worse

than going to war.

'Akin! I’m glad you are on time. We were having te—/ Varisha stopped talking after examining my state.

I knew I looked like a mess but didn't know it would be that easy to notice.

My mom and dad were also in the living room, but mom was busy reading a book by the fireplace.

'We heard about Pamela. It is a shame that she turned out so evil," dad instantly spoke up. Mom

closed the book on her lap and scrutinized my appearance.

'Can we talk?" I asked my dad and then shifted my eyes to my mom, highlighting the people who

needed to be in the living room. I was still standing at the entrance of the living room, debating how I

was going to approach this issue.

'Oh! I’ll go visit Flynn in the hospital," Varisha excused and walked out of the living room while Maddox

returned home. I stepped into the living room. Maddox followed me.

'What is it about, son?" Dad looked alarmed.

'What's the truth about the great war?" I didn't want to dance around the subject. I wanted to see their

reaction when they heard me talk about the great war with a bit more scrutiny this time.

Dad went silent for a moment and then sneakily approached my mother with his eyes, who was

steadily getting up from her seat.

'You want us to tell you about the war again?" My mother let out a little laugh to make it seem like I was

asking unnecessary questions.

'Did you order to clear the area around Pamela's house? I think nobody should take that land again.

Those fields are a scary labyrinth anyway." Dad changed the subject to hide something.

Beatrice was right!

There was something wrong about that topic, or else my father would have proudly flexed how his

orders for immediate war helped them win.

'Were the weredragons evil creatures?” Now that I mentioned the weredragons, my father's face

hardened.

'What are you saying? Why are you even questioning us?" He didn't want to back off anymore.

'What is going on here?' Maddox asked cluelessly. If he had spent a few hours at home, he would have

known what happened behind his back. But I don’t blame him. Everyone has their own way of dealing

with trauma and stress. He had confided in Reign, and I am assuming they have become friends.

'Ask your parents why they taught us all things wrong?' I scoffed when I watched my mother's mouth

hanging open. She looked sad that I was doubting them.

"Is it that girl again?" Mother stepped ahead and narrowed her eyes on my face. "Did Beatrice fill

poison in your ears again?"

"Poison? If she is such a vile person, why did you ask her to accompany me to the cabin, where you

knew I would be helpless? Why didn't you tell me about the cabin before?" It amazed me at my mother

for pointing a finger at Beatrice when even a blind could tell Beatrice was selfless and always ready to

help others.

"You asked that girl to accompany him? You were the one who sent her with him." Dad picked on the

minor detail and scolded mom. I knew they didn't like her because Beatrice had the ability to question

their nonsense and not get blinded by their luxuries or their sweet words.

’I didn’t have a choice. I was only watching Zane get heat for everything, so I wanted to prove him

innocent. He didn't do anything, and your dear Varisha was accusing him." Mom yelled at dad for even

questioning her about anything.

"I did what I had to do for my son. You know a parent will cross any boundary to save their child," she

said, shaking in what seemed to be fear of being exposed.

'To go as far as to feed another child to your baby?' The words from my lips met with a gasp from my

mother, while Maddox shook his head to make sure he heard me right.