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Usually, our interactions were respectful enough, but that wasn’t the case today. They both looked over my head as if they couldn’t look me in the eyes, and their faces were frozen with a warning. Well fuck the warning.
“Excuse me,” I said, pushing between them, only to be grabbed by each of my arms and lifted so that my legs dangled.
“Let me go!” I yelled, trying to pull my arms from their hands, hurting my shoulders in the process. “Let me go! I’m here to see my PARENTS! Remember them?!” I screamed.
Past the shoulders of security, I could see that all the people in their lobby were staring at me with eyes wide open, as if they were witnessing something horrific or so disgraceful, they couldn’t look away.
“We have strict instructions not to let you enter this building, Ms. Levine,” one of the security guards basically growled at me.
“Oh, great! A Levine can’t enter Levine LLP. Their own daughter can’t be treated with civility because her parents rejected her based on LIES?” I screamed, desperate for someone to hear me.
Just then, I could see my parents appear on the corridor of the fifteenth floor, staring down at me like I was an ant. A tiny thing they gave no thought to unless it was bothering them. An ant they could crush beneath their shoe.
My mother’s face reddened, but something told me it was more out of shame, not for her own actions but for mine. It had nothing to do with finding it hard to watch me be mistreated.
Damn, was my mother always such a psychopath? My dad reddened too, looking from her to me in what seemed to be an emotional tug of war.
They both sickened me at this moment but more than anything, they showed me that nothing was more important than the way they presented themselves to the world. Not even if they could see how much they were destroying me. They didn’t once tell the security guards to release me even though the guards exchanged looks with them as well.
It was as if even the guards couldn’t believe the fact that my parents were standing there so coldly, watching me as if I were a harmful threat they needed to remove. As if I had walked in there, guns blazing, threatening to shoot everyone. As if I wasn’t their child having an emotional breakdown, who needed them to stop hurting me.
When the guards tossed me out of the building like trash, I trembled on my way back to my car. By the time I locked myself inside it, I crumbled in miniscule pieces of what used to be myself. My fingers tingled, hell my whole body was tingling, and I could feel myself becoming two separate entities. One an empty body and the other a bodiless soul.
When my soul re-entered my body, when all the shattered pieces rose to create my solid form once more, the only thing I could do was scream. Scream like a madwoman behind the doors of my car.
This was no longer just about protecting my men or even just protecting our right to our relationship anymore, it was about saving my mental health. It was about making sure that my parents heard me and saw me as I was. It was about me not apologizing for something that wasn’t my fault. It was about confronting them and standing up for myself, my truths, and my rights.
And if they wouldn’t listen to what I had to say here, I knew the one place they’d have to. Their home.
Chapter 17
Tiffany
Severalhourshadalreadypassed since I was sitting on the stoop at the front door of the house I could no longer call home. Luckily for me, they hadn’t changed their front gate code, so I was able to walk right in. Not wanting to trip off the motion sensor that would send an alarm to my parents, I chose not to drive in. Walking slowly gave me the ability to dodge it somehow since I knew where it was located. Cops showing up to arrest me here would certainly claim the rest of my sanity.
My feet tapped against the pavement in fatigue, impatience, and passionate determination. My ass was both numb and aching from sitting on the stone stoop for so long. The outside lights came on, flooding the yard from the gate all the way up to the perimeter of the large American Craftsman style house. Night sounds kept me company, and the flowers in the polished garden were going to sleep for the night.
My stomach rumbled, but I used my phone to distract me. I was almost too distracted to hear the click of the garage door opening. They wouldn’t immediately spot me on the drive from their gate to the garage since the front door was hidden around a bend. It gave me time to prepare myself, although I was pretty much ready to go.
My mother’s low heels clacked on the concrete as she walked around the bend. Her head was lowered to retrieve her keys. When she looked up and saw me, she jumped back, clutched her chest, and exhaled angrily. Dad was parking the car into the garage.
“Get off my property right this minute!” my mother yelled but not too loud. She didn’t want to attract the neighbors’ attention. Oh, a disagreement in the front yard? It was a disgrace!
I crossed my arms, resolute in my stance. “Why? Are you going to call the cops on me for trespassing?” I asked.
“I will if I must,” she said, gripping the straps of her bags, snobbiness illustrated across her wrinkling face.
Just then, my father took the bend. His eyes were wide in shock when he spotted me and looked at my mother. We were like two cats sizing each other up, ready to attack.
“Will you two stop this nonsense?!” he said.
Well, good for him for finally growing the balls to say something for once.
“The only people who should stop this ‘nonsense’ are you two! What the hell is the matter with you?” I yelled.
“Watch your tone, young lady!” my father said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I think we’ve gone far past the part where my tone is the thing you need to worry about! What do you care about who I sleep with? You’ve never cared about anything else in my life other than me being successful as a lawyer. Didn’t I already give you that? I had that until you took it away from me with your lies and your disgusting assumptions, muddying people’s perception of me and costing me my job! And for what?! For what?!” I screamed. “Because I like the company of more than one man?!”
