52 ➹ love me harder

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love me harder | ariana grande, the weeknd❝ cause if you want to keep meyou gotta, gotta, gotta, gottagot to love me harder ❞

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love me harder | ariana grande, the weeknd
❝ cause if you want to keep me
you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
got to love me harder ❞

I KNEW SOMETHING was off the second I sat down and Mom's infamous cat-eye sunglasses were neatly folded on the table, right by her empty plate.

I only could guess how bad the 'it' was when I met the eyes of my evil sister who probably skins bunny rabbits for a living, and there was no malice in her gaze like usual.

Dad looked the same, but nothing could rattle him. Even though he's always been the chill parent and therefore everyone assumes the most emotional in comparison to Mom, he's rather in tune with his emotions and so they don't exploit him.

I know he cries in his bedroom though, or at least I've always assumed he must do that.

"What's wrong with your blazer, Sage? Don't tell me Caleb forgot to send you out with it." Ivy snorts.

Oh, never mind. Still malice ingested that one.

I zone in on the action of her crimson-red nails as they tear at the tissues provided by the restaurant. It's a habit of hers she's never been able to drop no matter how many scoldings from mom and dad.

"Ivy," Mom warns, shooting my sister a hard glare that could probably straighten up those kids who 'Supernanny' can't fix.

"What?" Ivy snaps, "You know it's true," she shrugs, throwing her dark-blonde hair over her shoulder with a smug grin.

"Ignore your sister, she's currently sporting a broken heart," Mom waves off.

"Sorry for your loss," I mutter.

"My loss?" Ivy's dark eyes meet mine. "Cedar isn't dead, he's just stupid."

"Yeah your loss, considering this was the first and last relationship you'll have." I don't know what drugs she was force-feeding Cedar to willingly make him go out with her but I think I might need to be on some of it.

"Mom!" She whines snapping her head to the side.

"Sagey," Mom sighs as she pinches her nosebridge. "Come on now. You know that's not nice."

"Not nice? He's not seven Mom." She scoffs. "Dad, you get him in trouble!" She huffs out as she leans back in her seat to look at Dad.

Dad's eyes have been fixated on the menu this entire time. He's got a crease between his brows. "Do you think their gnocchi is fresh?" He asks me, a smile twitching on his lips.

"Oh, I am so done with this family. You're all weirdos and I'm out." Ivy pushes back in her seat.

"Ivy Rose Evanders you will sit down right this instant," Mom commands, grabbing at Ivy's wrist that's suffocating with the amount of silver Cartier bracelets she's got on.

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