Say you love me

Twenty-one

KAIDEN POV

Chapter name: dinner for eight

Upon seeing him, I spotted his entitlement. I saw the malice in his eyes directed at Tivelly. When he pulled her into a hug, I almost reacted in a way that would've put Tivelly in danger.

But even with all that, her clothes are back at the place she is staying. The mission is finished. Well... it was. Until we got back in the car, picked up Chloe, now we are all going back over to Tivelly's house.

"So... we are having dinner at Tivellys... and she's apparently spending the night at my house for a few nights because we are doing a project? What project are you trying to get me to do? I'll tell you right now I will not do a project, and you know this." Chloe scoots into the middle seat of the back, leaning forward to feel included in the front seat.

Tivelly reties her sweatpants for the fourth time, getting slightly annoyed because it's either too tight or too loose.

"I'm not actually coming over for a project, Chlo. I need you to lie for me." Tivelly finally ties her sweatpants, letting out a sigh of relief as if it was the most draining thing to do.

I would expect Tivelly to look worried on our way over, but she looks normal. I know her adoptive father is abusing her... so why is she so calm while we are on our way over there.

"So, where are you really staying?" Chloe asks, shooting glares at us. Tivelly shifts in her seat uncomfortably, "With... my cousin." Her untrue statement sounds more like a question.

I glance at Chloe. I feel her breath on my neck. "Ok, get back there, dog." I place my hand on her face, forcing her into the backseat. I can barely hold back a laugh from my action. "How dare you I am not a dog!" Chloe gasps.

"We are here," Tivelly speaks, her eyes going wide as I pull up to her house.

I can't lose my shit when I'm talking to her adoptive father. She told me that he only hurts her whenever she does something wrong. I can't make things worse for her. I can handle this. I can, and I will.

We get out, and I look at the scene of the three of us. We are all in sweatpants, and for some reason, we all have black shirts on. Who the hell dressed us all the same?

"Have you guys ever heard of a game called sims?" I ask them, feeling stupid that I'm talking about my little sister's favorite game. "Oh yeah, I've heard of it. And Chloe has it." Tivelly responds, shoving her hands in her pocket.

"Don't think I'm crazy... but I think we are in a simulation. Think of it... why else would we all be in the same clothes?" I thin my lips out, hoping Tivelly won't think I'm stupid.

Chloe glares at me, scanning all of our clothes and then letting out a deep sigh, signaling she is heartbroken about our matching clothes.

Tivelly opens her mouth to speak, but before she can, Phoebe runs out of the house, yelling for us to come in.

I don't miss Able's sinister glare as we make our way inside. Overprotective much?

"Why are you all matching?" Phoebe snarls, clinging by my side. I make sure to shove her hand off my bicep.

Tivelly says nothing, her face looking more nervous than I've ever seen as she leads us to a room with a long table and several chairs that line it. Tivelly sits in between Chloe and me as her adoptive mother, Mary, brings out the chicken.

I thought it was supposed to be chicken spaghetti?

"Here. Your favorite." Mary sits across the table from us, pouring wine into a glass and immediately taking a sip.