Breaking Glass

(6) Forgive, Don't Forget. Wait, I don't do either!

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"What do you mean she's gone?" I asked, incredulous.

My father froze, a surprised look on his face. "You don't understand?" he questioned me, utterly shocked that I asked that question.

"Well, of course not if I asked you what you meant," I said with a flat look.

"Well, Rose, she's not dead," my father admitted slowly, afraid of my reaction.

"Then what is she?" I snapped back, crossing my arms.

"She's gone. Probably to see your sis- er, Arabella's wedding."

My eyes narrowed. "No. It simply can't be. You banished her from our family!"

He flinched at every one of my words. "It is her little girl's wedding sweetheart. She didn't get one from you," he pointed out, obviously not being careful of this delicate situation.

I flared. "Don't you EVER call me sweetheart again," I muttered with quiet rage.

He wilted, shaking under my anger. "Why?"

"Get out," I ordered, pushing myself off my bed, walking to the window. I looked in its reflection - and he was still there.

"GET. OUT," I repeated, eyes widening, mouth forming into a scowl. My hand was in the direction of the door, my finger pointed to it.

He frowned and looked down, slowly turning to the exit. I observed as he waddled to it, his large hand enveloping the knob.

The entryway opened to reveal a familiar auburn-haired man, grease stains on his clothing and skin. He had his fist up, bent as if he was about to knock. He blinked and put his hand down immediately, a red hue on his cheeks.

"Er, hello Rose," he began, waving his hand. "Mr. Jefferson," he ended, nodding.

My father beamed. "Well hello, Aiden! How's the world treating your mother?" he asked, reaching his hand out to Aiden.

Aiden smirked, shaking my father's hand. "The world is treating her well, sir. I'll let her know you asked."

"That will be great, son. Now, I have to go find my wife," he declared pushing his way past Aiden, into the hallway.

"Your mother is missing?" Aiden inquired, walking over to me casually, a smirk playing at his lips.

I backed up, cursing silently as I felt the cold wall on my back. "Uh... Yes- yeah," I stammered, flustered. I cast my attention to the repaired mirror sitting daintily on my vanity.

He was walking closer to me still, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. I closed my eyes when I felt his warm breath tickle the exposed part of my torso, creeping up to my face. The pressure of his chest was soon on mine, and I flinched, earning a chuckle from him. I unsealed my eyes, and they beheld the marvelous sight that was Aiden. He was ogling at me, and I became increasingly uncomfortable from his stare.