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He stared at her with seething hatred, imaging the way in which she'd meet her end as she ran back and forth from her bedroom to the bathroom grooming herself.

He had been quiet most of the day as usual, while chaos ensued uproariously inside his beautiful mind, but he could no longer hold his tongue.

"Constance, you realize this is a mistake, one that, unlike the others, you won't be able to con your way out of so easily."

Hesitating briefly, to give her son a good long threatening stare, she calmly spoke in that southern drawl he despised to the very core of his being.

"First of all my dear boy, you will refer to me as your mother, especially in front of Ben and his awkward poor little waif of a daughter."

Craning his neck to peer inside the bedroom Constance had designed for this very unfortunate girl, he shook his head, feeling sorry for her already.

"Poor girl is right, it looks like a giant bottle of Pepto-Bismol exploded in there."

"Shush your mouth, every teenage girl adores the color pink, besides, I believe she'll appreciate the effort I put into making her feel at home here."

Racing by him once again Constance applied bright red lipstick, while searching for her pearl necklace that his father had given her on their anniversary just before he disappeared.

"Can you believe his ex-wife just up and left that child? Moved back to Boston, so I'm told, needed to find herself or some such nonsense, imagine a mother abandoning her own daughter that way, it's just utterly disgraceful."

He couldn't help himself as he muttered lowly under his breath.

"Yeah, I'm sure it had nothing to do with that fact that you were banging her husband for the past six months."

He didn't even see her coming as three hard punishing blows to the head brought him quickly to his knees.

Through gritted teeth she hovered over him without the slightest regret for what she had just done.

"Not that it's any of your business, but they were separated when we met, the divorce was final last week. I had nothing to do with the demise of that marriage."

Sliding his fingers through his unruly blonde hair, he flinched as a bony finger pointed within an inch of his face.

"You listen, and you listen good. It is imperative that this marriage is successful, we are two months behind on the mortgage. I will not stand by and watch everything I have worked so hard for be taken away because your father decided to take off for greener pastures. This house is mine, and it will stay mine until God himself decides to free me from this mortal coil."

Taking a deep breath to settle herself, Constance stepped in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom to fix her hair.

"Besides, I do love him, there is no denying that. He's a doctor I'll have you know, one of the mind, not the body, one of those headshrinkers that all the movie stars flock to with their strife and woes. He has a nice big practice I've been told. He'll be a good provider, and I believe a decent father figure for you, which you are sorely lacking for at the moment."

Rubbing his head slowly, his eyes drifted shut as his voice was reduced to a breathy whisper.

"It's just that it seems so fast, the wedding's in a week and dad's only been gone for eight months, besides I haven't even met this guy."

Turning from side to side, admiring her reflection in the mirror, Constance lifted her hand that garnered a huge diamond before her eyes.

"I know, it's been a whirlwind romance, he simply swept me off my feet, it was truly love at first sight. I must say I am a lucky girl, not that I don't deserve it after what your father did to me, running out on me for some girl half my age, leaving me to support a growing boy with nothing but a drawer full of overdue bills and a mere thousand dollars in the bank."

"You can't say that, you don't even know if it's true - "

Spraying expensive, overpowering perfume in the air, she practically floated into the fragrant fog.

"I know that he had more of a wandering eye for girls on the younger side, besides that's why they all leave, they use you up, take the best years of your life, only to cast you aside as if you were trash to look for a newer model, it's a story as old as time itself my dear boy."

Clasping her hands together in joyous glee as the doorbell rang throughout the immense house, Constance rushed towards the stairs before looking back at him.

"Please take off that ratty sweater and put on that button up shirt I left on your bed, it's time to meet our new family."

Hesitating briefly, listening as her high heels tapped down each step, he began to lift his favorite mustard striped cardigan from his lanky body before changing his mind.

"Honey? Where are you? There are some very special people who are anxious to meet you downstairs!"

Hearing his mother's singsong, migraine inducing voice rising up through the house, he felt the blood drain from his face.

'fucking hell, kill me now.'

Shuffling his beat up converse sneakers down the steps, he kept his head down, his black eyes hidden beneath a mass of blonde waves.

"There you are, I'd like to introduce you to Dr. Harmon, your soon to be step father."

Every muscle in his body tensed painfully with monumental repulsion at the blatant stench of bullshit that was being shoved down his throat.

Clenching his jaw, he begrudgingly raised his hand to shake the asshole's hand that was pathetic enough to actually fall for his gold digger of a mother.

"Dr. Harmon is strictly for my patients, please feel free to call me Ben."

After an uncomfortable silence Constance stepped between them shoving her hand against his back towards the foyer, past Ben.

Tripping on his untied laces, he managed to catch himself from falling, before pulling the ends of his sweater over his hands, wishing he could disappear completely.

"Tate, I'd like you meet your sister, Violet."

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