Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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Once back at the Thomas house, I used the majority of my energy to attempt and ignore the anger I had for Mom and Dad getting back together.
I mean, he's only be moved out for a little over a month! He only just started his sentence and Mom is accepting him back after a mere month has gone by?
If she saw what I did and heard the filthy words coming from his mouth she would not be accepting him back so quickly. Those filthy words were spoken by someone who did not simply cheat that one and only time. Those words were said by someone who has been cheating for an incredibly long time. She shouldn't be accepting my father back in her life whatsoever.
I know it isn't my choice, and it is hers. But how is it possible to be truly happy in that relationship and marriage when that trust has been severed? In my opinion, I agree entirely with the saying 'Once A Cheater Always A Cheater.' When and if I speak to my father again, there is no way I'm going to allow him to manipulate me into thinking it was a one-time mistake.
"Everything alright, Trouble?" Ollie appears next to me with a beer in hand while I sit quietly and listen to everyone speaking loudly. My new nickname he's given me causes me to smirk, but I answer him with a simple nod. Ollie takes a seat next to me and glances around.
He speaks quietly, "Is it about your Mom and Dad?" I knew there would be no hiding it from him. I mentioned it the moment I got back from lunch with Gemma and Mom and I know it's been obvious I've been in a bad mood since.
"It's fine." I shake my head, not wanting him to worry about me stressed about a decision I have no control over. "I'll get over it."
"I'm sorry, Murry. It's absolute balls to be fair."
I inhale a deep breath and grab his hand. My fingers thread between his and the lightning bolt zips up my arm into my chest like it does every time I touch him. I hadn't intentionally reached and held his hand, I only meant to give him a thankful squeeze for his attempt at comforting me, but our hands stay interlocked, and our fingers tangle around each other.
My gaze lifts to Ollie's and he's grinning ear-to-ear, looking like the Cheshire Cat himself. "Thought we were 'just friends' when we have an audience?" He teases me. So I drop his hand and hide my own pleased smile pulling at my lips and look away to the lively group. My eyes meet Gemma who is staring at me with her eyes wide to perfect circles as Maggie talks away beside her.
'Oh my God.' Gemma mouths from across the stoop from us.
I shake my head to brush off the clear handholding she had just witnessed and yawn.
"I'm tired," I admit, noting that Mom and Gemma are still wirey from not being used to the time difference despite the nap and red-eye flight from earlier today.
"Mmm. My room or yours?" Ollie asks, humor dripping from his voice. I want to kick him, but I just chuckle and continue watching our families conversing and laughing as they catch up.
