LoveLocked
Chapter Four

"When you were around seven, your mother took you and Tabatha to meet your grandmother you never met before." He began. I got chills down my back when he said Tabatha. "Well, I got a phone call from an old friend of mine. I knew her since 4th grade, and we haven't talked in years. So we set up a lunch-date together."
"So basically you cheated on her?" I tried to dumb it down.
"I'm not finished."
"Okay, continue." I slurped on my Pepsi.
"Anyways, Your mom got a phone call from one of her friends saying they saw me out at a restraunt with a girl. She got furious, and decided for 'pay-back', to go out to dinner with a guy."
"So mom cheated on you?" I said.
"Not finished!" He said then began telling the story again. "So, later that night my friend and I went to the bar to get a few drinks. As we were in there, I got a text from your moms buisness partner, who is my friend, and said she saw your mom with a boy making out."
My jaw dropped open.
"So, I was dumb enough to believe this, knowing it was April Fools, and wanted 'pay-back' too, so I decided to make-out with my friend."
"Dumb enough? What does that mean." I asked.
"It was a whole lie. She only went to T.G.I Fridays with Tabatha while you got watched by her boss. She never made out with anyone else."
"Oh. Well, who's your friend?" I asked to annoy the akwardness.
He gave me an unsettling look, so I expected the worse such as my moms sister or something like that. "Kristen." He blurted out.
My fury raged. Dad's girlfriend. Dad's girlfriend split my parents apart! I never met this woman, but know I have hatred for her. She destroyed my family that i'll never get back.
I guessed dad could see I was angry, so he held my hands and said, "Look. It was my fault we split up. Not Kristens."
I just stared at him with a meaningless face. I didn't care whose fault it was, Kristen ripped my family apart, and I didn't like that.
We quickly and silently ate our meal, then we went home to where devil Kristen lives. To where the woman who destroyed my family lives. The woman that I hate with a passion of fury lives.
We arrived home and I noticed a black Jetta sitting in the drive-way
"Is that Kristen?" I asked, making a nasty sound after it.
"Yes." My dad sighed. "Please, please get along with her. You'll like her!"
"I'll try."
"Good, good."
We pulled in the other drive-way and walked inside.
"Honey? Is Em here?"
Oh woman, don't call me 'Em'. That's my family name. Only family calls me Em!
"Yes she is." My dad called back.
She came out of the kitchen and ran to me. She gave me a hug and then my dad a quick kiss. Disgusting!
"Hi Emily! Are you excited being here?"
"Sure."
"Oh you'll love it here. And thank goodness you're your size and shape!"
I looked down at my skinny legs and arms and my flat stomach. I gave her a confused look.
"I have so much clothing you can have, it might fit the whole airplane! We'll have to try all them on and you can pick the ones you want."
I stared at dad, thinking in my head Please don't make me keep up my nice act. Please don't!
Kristen pulled my arm and ran up the stairs like a teenaged girl pulling her best friend to see a really hot guy.
"Have fun girls!" My dad gave me a snicker, than walked to the living room.