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MADDOX
I never understood why they invited me for dinner when it
was going to be like this. Icy cold silence… and they didn’t
even acknowledge their son was sitting right there.
Father Dearest sat at the head of the table, while
Mommy Dearest and I sat across from each other. She
could barely meet my eyes, her focus on her plate, as she
very primly cut her steak into little bites.
Brad, my father, didn’t even breathe in my direction. The
only sound echoing around the frigid walls of the dining
room was our cutlery against our fancy as fuck plates.
My throat closed, and it felt…suffocating.
The difference between my Thanksgiving dinner with
Lila’s family and tonight with my own was vast.
I didn’t know why I still fucking tried. I hated this place.
Loathed the idea of our ‘perfect family’ to the outside
world, while it was anything but. I long gave up on the idea
of us being even slightly happy.
My parents’ marriage was probably anything but happy,
too. I wouldn’t be surprised if I found out they weren’t even
sleeping in the same room.
With a mansion as big as this one, the distance between
us grew even bigger. When I used to live here, I was an
outsider and a burden.