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Chapter 26

            “Of course I do, everyone knows who he is.”

            “Well, he just happens to be my uncle as well as my guardian. I have absolutely no need for Blake’s money since I have more then enough of my own. And the fact that you think so little of your son that you would believe that the only way I would love him was because of his money shows me what kind of person you are. A complete and total bastard and you don’t deserve to have someone like Blake as your son.” I turned to Susan. “It was nice meeting you and I can see that you actually care for Blake, so I hope I can see you again sometime.” And then I walked out of the room.

            I was still seething when I walked into the kitchen and saw Blake sitting at the table, a glass of water in front of him. It was then that I realized he probably would have heard all of that. “I’m guessing you heard that?” I asked.

            “It was kind of hard not too,” he replied.

            I sat beside him and rubbed my hands over my face. “I actually wanted to hit him,” I said. “I’ve never wanted to hit someone like that before.”

            “He didn’t say anything that wasn’t true,” Blake stated.

            I turned to look at him. “Come again?”

            “He was right. I am defective.”

            I narrowed my eyes at him. “You know, I’m not normally a violent person. But in the space of five minutes, I’ve now wanted to hit two people very badly.”

            Blake furrowed his brow. “I’m only telling you the truth,” he said.

            “Bullshit. You’re just feeling sorry for yourself right now.”

            “No I’m not,” he began to reply heatedly, but I cut him off.

            “Yes you are! Are you trying to say that I’m defective as well then?”

            His eyes widened. “What? No, of course not!”

            “Well, that’s what you were implying. Just because we’re different doesn’t mean there is anything wrong with us. I thought you knew that already, but apparently I was wrong.”

            He rubbed at his temples and blew out a breath. “Christ, I can be an idiot sometimes. You’re right; I’m just feeling sorry for myself. This day has just turned out to be stressful.” He held his arms open. “I’m sorry.”

            I stood up from my chair and settled myself onto his lap. “I know this can’t have been easy for you. So why don’t we get out of here and do something fun?”

            He kissed my neck gently. “I like that idea.”

            “Let’s go pack a bag for you then, because I’m liable to punch that man in the face if I have to talk to him anymore.”

            Blake chuckled as we stood up and headed to his room. “As entertaining as that would be, we both know that you would feel guilty afterwards.”

            “That’s probably true,” I replied, opening the door to his room. “How long do you think they’ll stay here for?”

            He shrugged. “I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m not talking to them again.” He went to his closet and found his duffel bag. He hauled it to his dresser and we began putting clothes in it.