I knew Mama was never going to apologise to me, and I was too stubborn to apologise to her first. However, maybe an apology isn’t what was needed. What we needed was a fresh start, if only one of us could put aside our pride and be the one to make the first move.
I fucking hated it when Dante wasright.
Chapter 35
Rachel
The next morning, I was still thinking about my fight with Mama. Dante was keeping his distance, and had gone down to breakfast on his own, telling me he needed to finalise some plans.
I knew he was just getting out of my way, since everything seemed to weigh ten times its actual weight with the way I was slamming objects down. The toothbrush, the hair dryer, the hairbrush — all of them had been slammed down so hard, I’m surprised they didn’t break.
Good job, really. Because if the hair dryer had broken on me due to my own actions, I think I might have spontaneously combusted with rage.
It wasn’t that I was still angry at Mama. I was angrier with myself for rising to her stupid comments. I was angry that I had lost my temper and lashed out at her. Dante was right when he said my tongue was a weapon, and I wasn’t the type of person to use my weapons wisely.
It was embarrassment, more than anything, that made me feel angry. I had barely slept all night, because all I could imagine was me as the future old lady of the entire club, still lashing out at anyone who even dared look at me.
Whilst I was proud of my ability to stand up for myself, I didn’t want to be the woman known for having a short fuse, who caused everyone around her to walk on eggshells. I had grown up in that type of house, and I’d be absolutely horrified if Bee thought she had to lie to me in order for me not to lash out at her. Or if Dante started hiding things from me because he knew I couldn’t control my temper.
I was finally realising that I had a lot of fucking growing up to do.
Dante came back about an hour later, carrying tea and toast.
“Feeling calmer?” He asked, handing me the plate and cup.
“A bit,” I said, not looking at him.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” I snapped stubbornly.
“Right, well, since you’re in such a spectacular mood, I may as well break the news to you now.”
“What news?” I asked, eyeing him with suspicion.
“Your dad came home last night.”
“He did?” My heart leapt into my throat.
“Yep. And we’re going to visit him today.”
“Okay…?” I said slowly, not sure why he thought that would anger me.
“That okay with you?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? I—wait,” I snapped, it slowly dawning on me why I would be angry. “No. I think the fuck not.”
“Ahh, the penny has finally dropped,” he smirked.
“I’m not going to that witch’s house.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what the fuck went on between you and Iris?”
“Nothing,” I snapped.
“Oh, okay. So, you just hate her for no reason? That’s rational.”
“I hate her because she’s an evil cow, and she deserves nothing but bad things.”
