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of food."
"Oh shoot, I completely forgot to tell you, what with you being sick, my mother is coming to dinner tonight." She gestures at the mess. "She'll love this. Anything to snipe at me about."
I clap my hands together, taking in the devastation that is the kitchen. For someone like Pam, I'm sure this is pure hell.
"What can I do to help?"
"Liv, you're a sweetheart. If you could get the plates from in that top cupboard and some glasses out of the one next to the fridge. Oh, and make them the crystal wine glasses, Mother likes things to be perfect." She grimaces as she says this and It probably mirrors my own look when I have to spend time with the Bitch.
I walk over to the cupboard, my wedges thankfully giving me some extra height when reaching for the glasses. I still haven't had time to fully look around the house. It's hard to believe I've already been here four days. The Bitch hasn’t called, of course I never expected her to. I'm sure my Dad's happy for the respite from her constant whining in his ear about my so called exploits.
"So, how was the party the other night? Did you make any new friends?"
Her question catches me off guard. I think it's wise that I don’t tell her about her son punching some ass for touching me and then my steamy make out session with said son in his car. Yep, I think it's best I keep that info to myself.
***
Dinner is beyond uncomfortable. You can cut the tension with a knife. Pam's mother, Martha, has her attention focused solely on me and it's really starting to fuck me off. I've more than once had to remind myself that this is an old lady, otherwise I would have bitch slapped her ass by now.
"You know Liv, you'd make a very nice beauty queen." My Dad's knife and fork clatters onto his plate. It's been like this all night.
"Mother." Pam draws out the word in warning, though the old bat doesn’t take any notice.
"Oh quiet Pamela. You know, Olivia, I was a beauty queen. I was Miss Georgia 1969. Of course, when I had a daughter, I wanted her to follow if my footsteps but I got oh mousy brown over there who certainly didn’t have what it takes. Then when she had children, I got lumbered with Bert and Ernie over here. I think my luck maybe changing though because you definitely have what it takes."
I'm not sure what part pisses me off more, the way she's just described her family or the fact that the old biddy thinks id stand in front of a crowd in a bikini spouting off some dribble about world fucking peace. I mean, that’s just laughable. This woman sure is a piece of work and I'm itching to put her in her place.
"I think Pam would have made a stunning beauty queen." I say giving her a tight smile that’s just about killing me. That comment gets the first smile of the night from Pam and not the first frown from Martha.
"Oh no dear, she was a real disappointment. You though, you'd be like the daughter I've always wished for."
Oh, hell no. This lady's cuckoo, I've already got one bitch to cope with back in Atlanta, I don’t need another one here.
"Well, you definitely remind me of my Mother." That gets a snort out of my Dad and Noah, who I've avoided looking at all night.
She leans towards me, as if sharing a secret.
"I still have some connections in the pageant world. You’re a little older than I would have hoped but that can't be helped. It's best to take advantage of your looks before they fade dear."
"No thank you Martha. Liv won't be doing pageants, she's got school to focus on." My Dad says sharply, causing the old witch to scowl at him.
I chance a look at Noah who looks incredible fuckable when hes angry, his jaw twitching, his fists clenching and unclenching. He's too busy staring at his plate as I look at him. When he looks, our eyes meet and I see a brief look of longing pass over his features before its gone again. The whole room disappears around me as I stare into his green orbs.
I've spent nearly two days avoiding him and as I look over him, I can't
"Oh shoot, I completely forgot to tell you, what with you being sick, my mother is coming to dinner tonight." She gestures at the mess. "She'll love this. Anything to snipe at me about."
I clap my hands together, taking in the devastation that is the kitchen. For someone like Pam, I'm sure this is pure hell.
"What can I do to help?"
"Liv, you're a sweetheart. If you could get the plates from in that top cupboard and some glasses out of the one next to the fridge. Oh, and make them the crystal wine glasses, Mother likes things to be perfect." She grimaces as she says this and It probably mirrors my own look when I have to spend time with the Bitch.
I walk over to the cupboard, my wedges thankfully giving me some extra height when reaching for the glasses. I still haven't had time to fully look around the house. It's hard to believe I've already been here four days. The Bitch hasn’t called, of course I never expected her to. I'm sure my Dad's happy for the respite from her constant whining in his ear about my so called exploits.
"So, how was the party the other night? Did you make any new friends?"
Her question catches me off guard. I think it's wise that I don’t tell her about her son punching some ass for touching me and then my steamy make out session with said son in his car. Yep, I think it's best I keep that info to myself.
***
Dinner is beyond uncomfortable. You can cut the tension with a knife. Pam's mother, Martha, has her attention focused solely on me and it's really starting to fuck me off. I've more than once had to remind myself that this is an old lady, otherwise I would have bitch slapped her ass by now.
"You know Liv, you'd make a very nice beauty queen." My Dad's knife and fork clatters onto his plate. It's been like this all night.
"Mother." Pam draws out the word in warning, though the old bat doesn’t take any notice.
"Oh quiet Pamela. You know, Olivia, I was a beauty queen. I was Miss Georgia 1969. Of course, when I had a daughter, I wanted her to follow if my footsteps but I got oh mousy brown over there who certainly didn’t have what it takes. Then when she had children, I got lumbered with Bert and Ernie over here. I think my luck maybe changing though because you definitely have what it takes."
I'm not sure what part pisses me off more, the way she's just described her family or the fact that the old biddy thinks id stand in front of a crowd in a bikini spouting off some dribble about world fucking peace. I mean, that’s just laughable. This woman sure is a piece of work and I'm itching to put her in her place.
"I think Pam would have made a stunning beauty queen." I say giving her a tight smile that’s just about killing me. That comment gets the first smile of the night from Pam and not the first frown from Martha.
"Oh no dear, she was a real disappointment. You though, you'd be like the daughter I've always wished for."
Oh, hell no. This lady's cuckoo, I've already got one bitch to cope with back in Atlanta, I don’t need another one here.
"Well, you definitely remind me of my Mother." That gets a snort out of my Dad and Noah, who I've avoided looking at all night.
She leans towards me, as if sharing a secret.
"I still have some connections in the pageant world. You’re a little older than I would have hoped but that can't be helped. It's best to take advantage of your looks before they fade dear."
"No thank you Martha. Liv won't be doing pageants, she's got school to focus on." My Dad says sharply, causing the old witch to scowl at him.
I chance a look at Noah who looks incredible fuckable when hes angry, his jaw twitching, his fists clenching and unclenching. He's too busy staring at his plate as I look at him. When he looks, our eyes meet and I see a brief look of longing pass over his features before its gone again. The whole room disappears around me as I stare into his green orbs.
I've spent nearly two days avoiding him and as I look over him, I can't
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