Terrible Behavior

The crowd parted at the voice and a face I had hoped and prayed not to see walked towards us, a woman by his side.

"What is with all this ruckus during a very important event like--" he cut himself off, eyes locking with mine. Then a smirk drew his lips back. "Well look who it is..." Jacob sneered.

The woman standing beside him, my mother, let out a mocking chuckle. "What are you doing here? Trying to pretend like you belong? Trying to act like you can ever fit in with wealthy people like us?"

A sigh drew from my mouth, the last thing I hoped for was drama like this.

Jacob was putting on an expensive looking suit while my mother was richly dressed in a blue fitted dress. Her jewelry and accessories were just over the top.

The last thing she would ever want was to fit in and blend with the crowd, she always wanted to stand out and overshadow others.

That want of hers would definitely not come true here because this was my party and I was not going to allow someone like her and her circus clowns walk all over me.

"Can you all not just act properly for once in your life?" I demanded, feeling anger crawling on my skin. "At least while in public, try to contain your terrible behaviors."

"Terrible behavior?" My mother asked. "Ha! Like you're one to lecture on behaviors. What the hell are you doing here? Cut the act. How did you get inside here, did you sleep with a security guard for a free entry?"

Murmurs filled the hall at once, people who didn't even know the real story immediately judging me without care.

My fist clenched in anger and my blood began to boil. "Watch your tongue woman!" The words left my mouth before I even realized it.

"Woman?" She arched her brow at me and let out a laugh.

"What? Do you really think I can call you mother after everything you have done to me? You ruined my life but not anymore. I won't let you drag me down just like you did before."

Rather than being intimated by my words, my mother, Margaret, broke into a chorused chuckle with Jacob and Ella.

I shook my head, the sight of them leaving a bitter taste in my throat. "I understand now why dad left you. You're a monster."

Her smile immediately faded, anger causing her forehead to crease. "Don't you dare talk about something you know nothing about."

"Well that's rich coming from you who is accusing me of nasty things without even knowing anything about me! Your own daughter!" The words left a burn in my heart, making me want to break down in tears.

It always haunted me, the way she mistreated me, the way she made me feel like I was a stranger whom she hated with so much passion.

When it used to be just the two of us before she had Ella. How could she be so vile?

A hand suddenly dragged me by my forearm, shoving me backwards as she walked in front of me. "Cut the crap Blaire and tell us how you got in here. Don't make me call the security team."

My breath had become shaky, my hands were starting to tremble, my heart was racing, but then I reminded myself, 'this is your party, your own event! Are you really going to let them walk all over you like this while everyone is watching?'

Taking a deep breath, I felt my anger flow out of me and I could finally breathe properly. Unclenching my hands, I summoned a waiter and picked a glass of red wine for myself.

They all watched me with surprise written all over their faces. "How can someone be so shamelessly bold?" Ella spat out.

After taking a sip from my glass, I let out a sigh and allowed a smile to form on my face. "Listen carefully because I'm not going to say this twice. This is my party and I am not going to let you ruin it for me with your sour little faces."

Murmurs erupted like an active volcano, wondering if what I said was actually true. But the laughter from Ella made them believe that I was just faking it.

"Your party? Some nerves Blaire." She crossed her arms below her breast and gave a roll of her eyes as she spoke.

"What makes you doubt me so much?" I asked her in a soft tone.

Jacob suddenly spoke up before she could respond. "Is this it?" He questioned, his thick brow arching at me. There was a look of pity in his eyes as he spoke.

"Did you really do all this... To impress me?" He pointed at himself.

I blinked, taken aback by his words. "What?"

He scoffed a laugh and ran his fingers through his hair gently, letting his tongue slip out and lick his lower lip. "Blaire... Why would you go to such an extent just to please me?

"I know and I get it, you're still in love with me and you want to pretend to be something you're not just to get my attention. But none of it is going to make me go back to you because you'll always mean nothing to me."

I stood there, bleeding inside. His words pierced my heart in so many places that I feared I would drop dead any second.

How could he... How dare he speak to me like that? After everything he did to me, he didn't even feel sorry for cheating on me with my own sister!

Now he believed I was some crazy stalker ex? Me?!

I didn't know how to respond, my throat went dry for words. My head was spinning and I felt so little and helpless under the hundreds of eyes that judged me.

My ears pricked at the angelic voice that suddenly soothed me through the storm. "Mummy? Are you okay?"

I turned around, only to find my two year old standing in the middle of the hall, wondering why I looked so pale.

Jacob turned to look at her and then back at me. His brow arched. "Mummy?"

I swallowed.