Twisted

Chapter 45

Leave it to Micah to blurt out Cassie government name 43 chapters later 😂😂😂.
She don't like Cassandra so she go by Cassie das her name pls 😌

Chapter 45:

Micah Grayson

Letting his grandmothers words replay in his head like a broken record, Micah had to evaluate his next decision. At home he had a pregnant Cassie whom he'd left in attempts not to lash out on her. Now here he was ready to relieve that anger on someone he'd hated all his life.

The question was, was it worth it? Was all his hard work at trying to become a better Micah worth risking?

Standing up Lilian went to rinse out her coffee cup while still antagonizing her grandson like she'd done numerous amounts of times when he was younger. She knew just what to say to make him feel less than what he was.

"I struck a nerve?" She questioned looking over her shoulder noticing how he'd bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed. "Is that something you didn't think about while trying to make yourself the ideal family to cover up for the one you murdered."

Trying not to let her words get to him Micah shook his leg vigorously. "Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

Drying her hands Lilian walked over to her cake plate cutting two pieces of cake for both her and Micah. "Oh but I do know. You want to be loved so bad that you'll give anything for it and as soon as the person betrays you or pulls away you hurt them. You can't let things go. You're repetitive. Everything you do is in a pattern and I can read you like a book. You wanna hurt me but you've convinced yourself you've changed so you're letting me get under your skin."

Placing the cake in front of him Lilian stuck a fork in it. "Eat up."

Taking a bite out of the cake Micah eyed his grandmother who watched him in pure bliss. She enjoyed seeing him weak. She knew it wasn't many who could get him to that point so she took pride in it.

"You know something you're right. I can't let things go. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight knowing I let you talk to me crazy and didn't do shit about it. But what you were wrong about was thinking you knew me when you don't know me at all. You don't hate me you're jealous of me. Jealous of the fear that I put into people. Jealous of the fact that even with all my wrongs someone can still love me. Jealous of little ole Micah." Micah chuckled. "Still pretending that Jorge ain't fucking hoes in Puerto Rico while you stay home and spend his money. Yea I know about that. I honestly thought he was gay but I guess pops ain't too bad. I mean it is hard to be faithful to a woman who slept with your brother and got pregnant. Not to mention the bitch smothered the baby. Wasn't that you?"

Standing up Lilian reached across the table and slapped Micah with all her might causing him to laugh hysterically while holding his face.

"You don't like the truth game when the tables turn Grandma?" Micah questioned. "You were the whore that story was about right? Grandma was a rolling stone. Wherever she rolled her cat was her homeeee." Micah sang.

"Get out of my house." She demanded with much authority.

Raising his hands in surrender Micah stood up. "I guess we're more alike than I thought. Maybe next time will be better. Cake was really good tho grams." He said kissing her cheek as she almost had an attack from him touching her.

"GET OUT!"

Smirking Micah made his way toward the door.  Still holding the fork he quickly turned around going back for the kitchen.

"I said out!" Lillian said coming closer to him.

"Chill old lady I was returning your fork." Micah said showing her the fork he held.