Chapter nine

Peter Wellington

I fix my tie one more time, almost choking myself with it. I gasp for breath, releasing it angrily.

I bite my lips till I taste blood. I am frustrated, my blood is boiling from anger.

Staying for hours with my cheating mum is enough to kill me. I have to not do anything stupid because of my sick father. I can't watch him die.

I strip out of my tuxedo for a more comfortable clothe. It's just a dinner, everything is wack now.

I walk to my car, my phone rings. I ignore it, and pull out of my driveway.

Pulling into my parents house, I take in a deep breath. My hands are shaking, but I ignore it and make my way into the house.

The delicious smell of Italian food fills my nostrils. Our family dinner is one filled with food which we end up not eating it all. Every dinner we try new food. 

A tiny hand tucked at my leg. I look down to find my cousins baby grinning at me. Normally, I will run around with her, but I am not in the mood. I am devastated, and avoiding one person who I will have to see all evening.

"Peter is here." My sister, Annie shrieks, coming towards me to pull me into a hug. "Hey little bro, I was calling you and you didn't care to pick up." She slaps my shoulder, and I let out a weak smile.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't in the mood for calls." My eyes scans around. The place is empty, except from the little kids. The older kids are nowhere around. "Where's everyone?"

"The kitchen. The men are at the pool, while the kids are in the play room." She says. "I have to get back to the kitchen." 

I watch her walk away. I let out a sigh. A part of me wants to walk to the kitchen and steal some food like I always do, but the sight of my mother will ruin my almost ruined mood. 

I decide to go take some shots, knowing my crazy uncle will be at the pool talking like he haven't been screwing his brother's wife.

I pour myself some liquor and down all of it. My lips twitch at the burning taste that hit my taste buds.

"I see the night isn't good for you yet." A voice says behind me. I almost jump up in fear. I know that voice. I turn around with speed to meet my stupid uncle grinning at me. I want to slap that stupid smile off his face immediately, bit I hold myself.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, anger flashing in my eyes. 

He smiles, brushing invisible dust out of his tuxedo. "The same reason you're here boy. Why are you dressed like that?" 

"You are not my father to ask me such question you pig!"

He shrugs, looking at me dead in the eyes. "Why have you been ignoring my calls? We agreed to have a meeting for the growth of your company, and all you do is ignore my calls?"

I want to slap him across the face, punch him till he bleeds, and scream to the universe that I deserve a better family. I pour myself another liquor and down it. "Don't fucking ask me that."

"I have the right to." He says.

"You do not have the right to anything, Brett." 

"I have the right your mother's pussy."

I'm halfway into punching him when the ladies walk in with dinner, all smiling. I sight my mother among them. She looks at me, but quickly takes her eyes off me when she sees me looking back.

"Let's eat gentleman." My cousin Carolina says, holding a big tray filled with cupcakes.

I give my uncle a glare before I walk to sit at the dinning table. Everyone notice the tension on the table as I continue to send my uncle the deadly glare until the others join us.

Carolina places a plate of Fiorentina steak in front of me. In as much as I love Italian foods, I wanted to throw up immediately. The anger in me is boiling even with one of my favorite dishes in front of me.

"Peter?" Annie whispers to me as she chew her food. I turn to her immediately. "What's wrong?" I shook my head sideways, indicating that I am okay, which is clearly a lie. 

I raise my head up to meet my mum's eyes on me immediately. She looks like she wants to cry. Bitch, trying to form so hard like she didn't fuck my pig of an uncle. 

Annie has no idea, in other to keep her sanity intact, I decide not to spill the beans to her yet.

I pick at my salad, chewing slower. Everyone knows best to not talk to me,but trust my stupid uncle to always want to start a conversation. I pity his wife who has no idea that her husband is cheating on her.

"So boy, how's business?" My uncle begins, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

I stop eating and face him. "Good. How's yours?"

"Good too."

I turn to my dad, and he is smiling, proud of my achievement. He grins at me,showing me his brown teeth. I smile back. 

"I heard you got a new PA, is it true?" My cousin Sapphire ask, placing her glass of wine in between her lips.

I nod. 

"Is she good?" My pig of an uncle wife, Mrs Regina asks.

"She's learning slowly, but for a start, she's good." Karen is really amazing. She does a great job at planning my schedule but I don't tell her she's good. She's extremely good and is the best personal assistant I've gotten since I got my company.

"I've met her, and she's nice. She's Mike girlfriend." Annie chirps in.

"For real?" Mrs Wellington asks, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

Annie nods, "she's extremely beautiful."

"Why didn't you bring her over Peter?" Mrs Wellington asks, throwing me a look.

I shrug. "It's a family dinner."

Dad slaps my head, and I wince in pain. "She's family dummy."

"I think you should bring her over next week Sunday." Mum finally says. I pause. For the past two weeks, since I learnt she's been fucking my uncle, i stopped talking to her. She talking to me is irritating me.

I ignore her, but no one noticed except my uncle who coughs.

"Will you?" Sapphire asks, giving me the puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, but I'll ask Mike first."

They all cheer, except my uncle and mum. 

The night runs fast, and I'm glad. The house is already suffocating me and i need air.

I walk to the pool, holding a glass of non-alcoholic drink. It's chilly, I need a coat to wrap myself around, but ignore the cold and walk around the pool.

My mind wanders to too many things that I do not want to think about. I take a sip of my drink, settling on a chair by the pool side.

I hear footsteps behind me but I don't budge. I sit tight, wishing it isn't my uncle or mum.

The body plop down beside me, and I inhale a feminine cologne.

"Peter?" 

Mum. 

I sit still, not looking her way. It is better I ignore her to keep my sanity. I have tried all night to ignore her, so now isn't a good time to start rambling.

"I'm sorry Peter." I still ignore her, but she don't give up. "Your father is sick and you know how I really want to raise money for his treatment."

Lies! All lies. My father has billionaires of dollars in his account, I have more than enough, Annie has millionaires, mum has millionaires. We are all rich. Her excuse of sleeping with my uncle because of money sickens me. She's a pathetic liar. She's not worthy to be called my mother.

"He's getting worst everyday, and I don't want him to die. I love him so much."

How did a liar ever become my mother. I stare at the woman sitting beside me. She's different from the one that I grew up with. She's a monster now.

I inhale deeply, holding myself from talking. I will explode and attract everyone inside if I dare say a word to her.

"I know you hate me, but please don't let Annie hear about this, I promise to stay away from your uncle."

Same thing I heard when I found out. Same thing I heard at every dinner. Same thing I heard the night I caught her aggressively riding my uncle. 

She's a liar, a disgrace and so not my mother. 

"Get out." I fired at her. 

She fling, but knows best to leave immediately.

I lost my mother.