“I know, I know, I’m just saying I get it more than people would assume for someone my age.” She waves me off.
“You are technically an adult,” I say, nodding my head in mock seriousness at her.
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Henry’s going to make me go to college even though I am a legal adult,” she whines.
“Don’t you want to go? You could tell him you want something else, I think he’d listen,” I tell her.
“No, I want to go, I just want to whine about it.”
Her response makes me smile, reminding me of myself a little at that age. Knowing you need someone to push you, but not wanting them to do that at the same time.
“Back to you,” she pivots the conversation seamlessly.
I sigh in response, “Back to me.”
“I know you don’t want to, but I think you need to get angry. Tell them how it is and make them Alpha up for you. They don’t get something as precious as your sorrow. They deserve your wrath. They deserve to hearexactlyhow they fucked up. There should be romance novel level groveling happening here!” she exclaims.
“Romance novel level? That’s pretty intense. How do you know what that looks like?” I ask.
“Never mind that, I just do.” She waves me off again.
“Ray…” I taunt her, trying to get her to admit what romance she’s reading.
Her phone alarm starts at that very moment, conveniently.
“Oh! Look at the time, I need to get ready and go to my afternoon classes. I tested out of a couple classes, so I get quietmornings a few days a week. Remember, get angry! You deserve justice for yourself!” Ray cries out as she exits the room.
I watch her go with a small smile on my face. She is going to be a full force of nature when she fully comes into herself. I’m lucky I get to watch her grow and find out exactly who she is as she finishes high school and embarks on college.
The house is quiet once she leaves, and I put my coffee cup into the sink before giving myself a small pep talk.
“Right. Anger. I can do anger. I should do anger. Those two were dickheads and I deserve better! Who do they think they are, anyway?” I say out loud, looking at the tile behind the sink on the kitchen wall.
“Who does who think they are?” I hear Henry’s deep voice say.
My head whips to the side, realizing I didn’t hear him come into the house.
“Hey!” I exclaim before launching myself at him.
Henry catches me easily and we hum contentedly, neither of us hiding that we have our noses buried in each other’s necks, savoring each other’s scents. After a moment, Henry pulls back, and once I do as well, he greets me properly with his lips. He walks us further into the kitchen and sets me down on a counter. Unfortunately, that’s all he does. I whine as he backs up a half step.
“Who are we getting upset about?” he asks, tucking a hair behind my ear.
“Jesse and Simon. Ray and I talked about things a bit this morning, and she said I should be angry, not sad.”
Henry hums, “What do you think?”
“I think I’m both, if I’m being honest. Being angry isn’t something I’m used to being, though, and I don’t know what to do with it,” I confess.
“You tell themexactlyhow you feel and how badly they fucked up.”
I nod in agreement, “Okay, yeah, I can do that.”
“That’s my girl,” Henry says with a grin.
“Um, can we have sex first? I would really love an orgasm right now,” I ask shyly.
Henry groans, “Fuck yes we can.”
