How Does One Simply Forget (Book 2- On the Edge Series)

He looks just as surprised to see me as I do which relieves me because now I know that he isn't one of those weird people in movies who know exactly what is going on the whole time. They have that creepy knowing smile and those observant eyes that tells you they are watching your every move. No, this man isn't any Shawn the sheep with his hidden agenda.

"Tris, Mason, Charley. This is Mr. John Gabriel and his daughter Ester. Ester is the nurse at your school." Mrs. Archer says in a kind pleasant voice, ideal for a perfect hostess, "Mr. and Miss. Gabriel these are my children, Tris, Mason, and Charley," she lists out gesturing to us in the listed order.

We all greet each other pleasantly, shaking in hands and offering polite smiles. Mr. Gabriel and I acted as though we had never met as the awkward conversation on the couch blossomed into a comfortable friendly one. Mason and Charley cracked jokes that everyone politely laughed at as Mrs. Archer came and left checking on the ham that was responsible for the heavenly smell wafting through the house tickling everyone's noes'.

Once the meal was finally finished, I practically ran to the dinner table, my stomach growling like a dinosaurs in Jurassic Park. Once we had run out of basic conversation starters. Mr. Gabriel asked about our school how it was going and what our favorite subects were if we wanted to go to college etcetera, etcetera. After that begrudging conversation was over I just cut straight to the point.

"Why are you here?" I ask flatly meeting the old man's light blue eyes.

6 pairs of eyes bore into the old man. Charley and Mason both crinkle their features into a confused expression, probably resembling mine.

After a moment of very awkward silence my adopted mother speaks up, "Tris," she takes a deep breath, "This is your grandfather and your aunt on your mother's side." She talks so fast I can barely comprehend the syllables coming out of her mouth. Before I can open my mouth to say something, probably stupid, she continues at the same pace, " And you are going to go live with them." All conversation comes to a halt for about 30 seconds as everyone registers what has just been said.

"WHAT!" I shout and push myself up from my chair making the chandelier sway like my legs want to make me do. "WHY? WE HAVE PLENTY OF MONEY PLENTY OF SPACE. DO YOU ALL HATE ME THAT MUCH!"

"No, of course not sweetheart we just know that you aren't super happy here,"

"NO! YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL ME WHETHER I AM HAPPY OR NOT. MY BEST FRIEND DIED SO I'M ALLOWED TO BE SAD! AND FOR ANOTHER THING YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME. YOU JUST SIT IN YOUR ROOM AND MOPE AROUND IN PATHETIC SELF-PITY!"

"Tris, can you please calm down?"

I'm about to shout another retort but then I think, what good would that actually do? So I take a deep breath and restore my composure and look at Mr. And Mrs. Archer, "So I am going to live with my Grandpa and Aunt who never once tried to contact me in the past. I never even knew my mother and they obviously didn't care about her, how can you trust them?" Anger lacing every word with a deadly poison brewed in the pit of my stomach.

Taken aback by my change in attitude, Mr. And Mrs. Archer look at me in total bewilderment. "Alright you want the truth Tris. You are a trouble maker who has been a terrible influence on our boys. IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU OUR SON WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!" It was Mrs. Archers turn to yell and the words hurt, a lot.

"Mother how could you!" Charely jumps to my defense and Mason starts too but I stop them.

"No, you know what, that's fine. You hate me I get it. I screwed up your life. You regret ever meeting me, I understand." I turn on my heal to look at my grandfather, "Can we leave tomorrow morning." My throat hurts from holding back the tears brimming my eyes. I bite my bottom lip so hard blood starts to trickle into my mouth and the same pace that hope is trickling out of my battered heart.

He looks at me with eyes full of hurt and sympathy making my head spin. He has no right to be hurt right now. Slowly nodding his head he gets up and starts to collect the plates, his daughter soon following suit. Mr. and Mrs. Archer get up and retreat to their rooms. Charley, Mason and I just stand there in complete and utter shock.

After a few minutes of letting anger build up in my chest until it feels like it is going to pull me apart by my seams, I scream in frustration and punch the table. I hear the shatter of glass and the broken China pierces my hand. The chandelier rattles and I look up. Just like the dream I had not that many months ago, but it feels like a lifetime.

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