Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Sixty Three

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Driving home in silence isn't a new thing in our family. It's become a normal thing now, sadly. When we reached the house, Louis' car was already parked in front. Blaine was the first to run out and I swear I heard Summer asking Louise what has gotten into him.

Louise doesn't know either. What happened, only we know and he was in such a hurry to get out. After everyone has gone out, I lock the car and went inside. Blaine has just gone out of the laundry room and tried to avoid me. I was quick to grab his arm and stop him from running upstairs.

"No, stay here..." I tell him, pushing him back. "We need to have a chat."

Stubbornly, he leans back against the wall with his arms crossed. When he does that, he sort of looks like Louis. A sulky, younger version of his father.

"First of all," I say, "Why did you say that to Catherine?" I ask him.

What he said to Catherine made a lot of sense. But I don't get why he said that unless he's been eavesdropping on our conversation.

"Cause she's a horrible person." He says firmly.

"She's still an adult, Blaine. And you shouldn't have been listening to our conversation." I tell him. He still wouldn't look at me. "Best leave the adult talk to the adults next time, all right?"

"Oh please," he scoffs annoyedly, dropping his hands on his sides. "Mum, I know what's going on and I know everything is a mess right now. You're trying to hide it for our sake but you're not doing a very good job."

I frown at him. "This does not concern you or Seth or your sisters, Blaine." I tell him firmly. "If it did, we wouldn't hide it from any of you!"

He rolls his eyes, setting me off the edge. "You have to understand that you don't need to know everything, Blaine. We will tell you when everything is all right again—"

"So you admit that things are pretty messed up between you two now?" He cuts me off with a very personal question. "And what was Catherine talking about losing dad?! Are you separating now is that it?! Is he having an affair with someone, what?!"

My jaw dropped and before I had time to contemplate on it, I swing my arm and my hand made contact with his cheek. The sound echoed around the house. The sound faded quickly and there's a tense silence. Never in my life would I thought I would do that but he was stepping on the line.

"Go to your room." I gasp when I hear Louis voice from the kitchen. Blaine looked surprise as well but he doesn't move until— "Did you hear what I just said?" Louis' voice boomed through the whole house.

Blaine doesn't say a thing but he drags himself up the stairs. Once he's gone, I turn to my husband who looks like he's fuming. "I'm going to teach him a lesson—"

I frown and I was quick to step in the way. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask him, pushing him back by his shoulders. "You're not going up there at least not tonight."

"What, you're just going to let him talk to you like that, Meg?! If he's not scolded, he'll just keep doing that and I will not have it–"

"Stop it!" I push him back harder than I intended. He's an athlete, though, and he was quick to regain his balance. "You're both so temperamental when you're angry. Calm down and then go talk to him. It's like you've never dealt with a teenager before..."

"I can't help but think he knows something that will change his outlook on me very differently!" He bursts out in a desperate tone.

"Justifying yourself to him now wouldn't make a difference, Louis." I tell him. "He wouldn't listen to me. He's not going to listen to anyone."