It All Started With a Diary

retaliation|part 3

One person in particular that caught my attention was the elderly lady who resembled Kade in many ways.

She spoke with a fierce tone, her words confident and nonapologetic. Her long black hair hung in a loose bun, strands grazing the sides of her slightly pale face. If she didn't limp in her steps, it would take someone quite a well to take a guess at her age.

"Someone get that damn boy downstairs!" she shouted at no one in particular.

She stalked over to the staircase, one hand gripping the wood. "Kade Ryder, you get your hard-headed ass down here right now! In my day, you would be on a—" her words halted as a door opened from the top of the stairs.

Fuck.

My entire being froze to the point of a statue at the sound of footsteps. Even through the uproar of the room, I still managed to hear my frantic heart's cry for help.

"Nice to see you too, Grandma Jacky." I felt my stomach plummet, along with my heart at his voice.

If it weren't for the influence of alcohol last night, there was no way I would have stood a chance against Kade. But, now, here I was. Sober as could be, and as jittery and nervous as I suspected I would be.

"Oh, shut your trap, and give me a hug," my heart warmed slightly at the sight of his grandmother hugging him.

As I always did, I stared far too long. His eyes raised, our contact soon visible. And, just like that, I was lost. I couldn't be found in the depth of emotions he continued to hold against me. For a moment, in our moment...I had trouble shielding the emotion my heart struggled to contain.

Look away! I scolded myself without success.

"What's going on—" I had no trouble breaking our contact at the sound of another girls' voice.

Just like that, it was over.

The same redhead from the party entered the room, and suddenly, the talk in the room was quiet. Even if I were hallucinating, I was almost positive that their eyes were now on me.

Kade ripped his gaze away from mine, to glare at her. "Jessie, I told you to leave already."

Her head jerked up to him, eyes narrowing. "It's Becky."

I ignored Kade's side glance, my eyes glued to the floor. Hurt was not the word. I cursed at myself for being such a hypocrite, though. Last night I was with another guy; did I really have a right to be jealous? We weren't together; I didn't have any type of hold around him.

Beckys' eyes roamed over me, before the realization set. "Hey! You were that chick from last night!"

I nodded slowly. "Yep, that's me," I refused to break my composure.

Kade's expression grew blank as his hand wrapped around Becky's arm. "Okay, it's time to go—"

"You know I didn't really peg you as a party chick. But, you and those other two chicks were throwing ass all night, and holy shit, you downed those shots like they were your job—"

My skin flushed red at her. "Get the fuck out of my house," Kade growled at her as he realized my father was right next to me.