Damien's POV
I'm sitting at the dinning table, Desiree on my left and Delilah on my right. My mom is sitting next to John in front of us. Yeah, my mom invited John back over for supper.
I pick at the food, that's on my plate. Getting occasional glances from Delilah. My mom and Desiree keep looking at each other.
"What's up with you and mom?" I whisper in Desiree's ear
"Tell you later" she whispers back, then shoving some of her rice into her mouth
It's silent for the next 10 minutes, the only sound being made was our forks and knives hitting our plates.
Delilah looked at John, then quickly looked at her plate. I look at John, he has the same hair and eye colour as Delilah..weird. Honestly there is so much tension between everyone, I wish I could go back upstairs and talk to Greyson.
"Why is everyone so quiet?" Delilah speaks up after a while
Desiree looks really anxious about something, and she looks at Delilah she then looks away with sympathy in her eyes. My mom and John exchange glances, then my mom looks at Delilah.
"What did I do something?"
"No, but mom did.." Desiree looks at mom and John
"Desiree not now" my mom day sternly
"So you ever gonna tell Delilah?!"
"Desiree.."
"Tell me what?" Delilah looks absolutely confused
"Mom cheated on dad with that man sitting in front of you, also that 'man' is your real father"
"What the hell? Mom?!" I yell
John sits there quietly.
"Kids.."
"You know what I'm not hungry anymore!" I rush upstairs and slam my door for the second time that day
No one's POV
"Me either" Delilah rushes up to her room
"Sorry mom, I wasn't gonna lie to my sister" Desiree gets up and walks to her room
"I'm gonna go.." John gets up and leaves
Karen slams her head down on the table.
Greyson's POV
10 minutes after Damien hung up, I get called down for supper. I lazily get up, not really wanting to have a meal with my family. I walk downstairs and sit down at the dinning table.
"Greyson how was your first day back at school?" My dad asks
"Fine I guess.." my phone dings from inside my pocket
"Don't be rude, answer it" my father says
I set my fork down, and pull out my phone. Damien? I unlock my phone and go on messages clicking on his name.
Love: hey..when you can, please call me..need some cheering up...
I type a quick response.
Me: yeah I will after I have supper
I slip my phone back in my pocket, taking another bite of my food.
"Who was it?" My mom asks
"A friend.."
"What did this friend want?"
"They needed help with math stuff"
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Shattered Glass✔️
Teen FictionOkay I get that this is the finished one, you may read it yes. But please read the rewrite as well. You'll get a better story line out of it!
