Krystal - Dinner with the Sullivans

FOUR.4

     I had enough chocolate cookies and wine at Courtney's place. She had forced me to eat them all and now I have a runny stomach.

    She wanted me to have tequila but I bluntly refused before I ended up in another sex escapade with a shadow here in New York. Courtney wanted me to spend the night but I had to leave. I have annoyed Mom a lot in the space of two days.

       I didn't tell Courtney about the cutie that has a resemblance with the shadow in Vegas, I wouldn't want her whining and awning in my ears like a cat.

    

   The cutie had introduced himself as Lucas Vanowen. 

    Vanowen….. Vanowen, I've heard of that name sometimes before but I wasn't certain about it. 

    

Lucas didn't say anything himself but mentioned something about Las Vegas. Well, I wasn't paying attention. I was crushing on his voice.

   The mention of Las Vegas, made my heart race. Could he be the stranger that took……? No, no he might just be someone else, people do look alike.

There are different people with green eyes and blonde hair living in Vegas, he can't be the only one right? Hmmm, strange stranger.

  But the stranger……. I mean Lucas is cute, fucking cute. His voice made me drip wet while I was with him, it is medicine to the puss…..I gave a cocky smile, entertaining naughty thoughts in my head.

    

      I brought out his complimentary card from my bag, romancing it. He had given it to me in the car.

   I debated on if I should call him or not but on second thought, I dropped the card on the bedside table and resumed the lustful thinking about Lucas, smiling dreamily into the space.

    I don't normally do this, it's not my thing to space out because of a guy but I felt different after the ride like a sparkle was lit inside of me.

The knocking on my door brought my thoughts to an abrupt end, making me grumble and groan before answering the door.

   

  It's the maid and dinner time. I sluggishly left the room, having only a nightie on. I stomped into the dining room to see a big shock.

    I stared in bewilderment, like what the fuck are they doing here? I stood there rooted to a spot not moving, still trying to regain from the unexpected and understand the reason for their presence.

   

    "Krystal dear, have a seat, don't stand there like a statue." Mom said as she noticed my presence, smiling cheekily at me and also conveying the stares of the visitors to me.

  "She looks good in a nightie, I wonder what she would look like in a wedding dress." Mrs Yolanda Sullivan said to Mom giggling, showing her teeth decorated with gold. Money! 

    She's Chris's mother and I don't understand what they are doing here.

With an in-built anger, I drew out a chair, sitting heavily on it. I didn't even regard or acknowledge the Sullivans, my glare was only hard on Mom and the cocky bastard. Chris.

Mom catches my glares ignoring them and signals me to say a word of greeting to the Sullivans. I eyed her deliberately before mumbling a 'Hi'. I was furious and Mom could tell it.

"Hi baby Krystal, how do you do?" Yolanda asked in her highly pitched voice.

   I mimicked her inside my head before mouthing a 'fine'. Annoying!

I boiled in rage, my head hurt because of how hard I frowned. I was angry, really angry.

    Mom inviting Chris and his family over without my knowledge was freaking me out.

   The Sullivans were politicians, they were bonafide citizens of New York and the white house. My dad was also a member of the white house but not in a higher position than Mr Dalton Sullivan. 

    I can't tell how both parents became family friends but I am aware they were a little bit close at times and that they were both members of the white house. My dad was not a senator but a lawyer before he died. I took over his dreams.

What brought about the marriage deal is what I can't comprehend. The Sullivans are rich, bastardly rich, and not of our standard, notwithstanding their relationship with my dad as members of a chamber, they wouldn't want their only son to be married to a common secretary at a common law firm. 

    Every wealthy family would always want their child to mingle with other elites like them and not the common bourgeoisie. But the Sullivans are endorsing the marriage agreement.

   Although Chris and I agreed to date without the knowledge of the deal or maybe he knew about the deal, he'd know.

Mom is doing this for the money but I still feel like there's more to this marriage agreement than meets the eye.

 But as for me, I'm not going to see myself being forced to get married to junk, like a sacrificial lamb that is led to an altar. I would rather die.

The light touch on my thighs, made me know I've zoned out again. I turned to see Chris sitting beside me, with eight pairs of eyes staring at us.

    They quickly diverted their gaze when I looked up, pretending to eat and talk about something else.

I pushed Chris' hands away from my lap, hissing silently. I gave him a deadly glare and that made him compose.

"You two look good together, I'm already anticipating the wedding." Mrs Yolanda said, squealing, making me develop more hatred for her son and herself.

"Yes, they look good. Krystal also can't wait for that day, she's been looking forward to it." Mom seconded her, making her smile brightly and I scoffed, hitting my head lightly.

"But she still needs a little grooming, don't you think so, right Chris?" She asked and the idiot nodded his big head.

"She's so beautiful, I'm already wishing my grandchild would look like her." She said and they all laughed cockily.

They kept saying nonsense to my ears, making a hell out of noise like rabbits, annoying me the most. 

    I played deaf to all their words and questions. 

Like didn't Chris tell them about the nonsense he did?

    Chris didn't utter any word either, he only ate and stole glances at me, silently praying for our eyes to lock but never will it.

I gave him no attention and he decided to play bold. He placed his hands on my thighs again, this time closer to my V-area. 

I didn't move nor shudder the way I used to anytime he touched me, I remained still.

  

 He has no effect on me anymore and she sensed it but he persisted. He dipped his hands under my nightie, shifting aside my panties. 

     I got fed up and I blew up, pushing his hands away and spilling some drinks and dishes in the process and mom got mad.

"Krystal, have you gone but? What is with you?" Mom muffles a yell.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with me Mom, but there's absolutely everything wrong with this dinner," I said I was still calm.

"And what is wrong with the dinner?" Mr Sullivan asked.

"Your presence and your marriage agreement is what is wrong with this dinner, I ain't interested in your son and your goddamned deal. Your presence here  irritates me." I said blithely, walking out on them and they all gasped.

     "I'm so sorry about this, I guess she's just in her off-days, you know women's palaver that's why, please. Don't just mind her, don't take her words to heart." I heard Mom saying to them, apologizing on my behalf.

    I went straight to the garden, to calm myself down from rage. 

   Chris came directly after me, standing before me. It was obvious that he was asked to come after me. None of us said anything to each other until I eventually broke the silence.

"You didn't tell your parents about it?" I asked. I felt him roll his eyes behind me.

   "About what?"

"That you cheated… You didn't tell them?"

"I didn't."

   "Why?" I asked with my voice lowering

"Why should I? I mean there's no point in that, I'm not a kid, and besides it's an issue between the both of us and not family affairs."

    I was stunned by his useless choice of words.

"Wow! Do you even hear yourself, Chris? Do you hear yourself, you're not a kid anymore," I mimicked, " Tell me Chris does your act qualify for that of an adult?" I asked this time standing looking angrier and furious, raising my voice slightly.

     "Krystal you don't have to shout okay, I accepted my mistakes." He yelled slightly too.

I nodded, giving a short snort, and shaking my head.

I sat down again and the silence fell in again.

I was bent on giving him a piece of my mind and to know why he did it. I broke the silence again.

"Why did you do it?" I asked, letting the words come out in a whisper not looking at his face.

     "C'Mon Krystal I already told you, didn't I?"

"Told me what? What did you tell me, Chris? You didn't call me, not ever since it happened for over a week and then you sent a stupid text of apology…...why did you do it, Chris?" I was sober

   

"I was pressured, I couldn't suppress the urge." He answered without a hint of remorse.

"You were pressured, you couldn't suppress the urge and you couldn't call me? For goodness sake Chris I was your girlfriend, you deflowered me five nights before digging into another lady. How could you not wait for me, I would have gladly given it to you." I said. My eyes welled with tears, I might have sounded desperate but I was his girlfriend, I was there to suppress that fucking urge, he was my first.

   "You weren't there when I needed you, Krystal, I couldn't suppress any longer and I sent for her." He raised his voice this time

"Oh! You sent for her but your text stated that she came in herself, Chris you've never been honest," I let the tears fall freely. "I was there Chris, I was with you in Vegas, I wasn't somewhere else." I searched his eyes in tears.

.   "Krystal you're just being pathetic, she's just a call girl and nothing else besides I apologized to you already." He said with pride and I blew up.

     "Fuck you and your apologies Chris, you are a bastard." I flared up, hitting him hard on the chest, crying out more tears of pain. 

I've promised myself not to cry over Chris again but he's making me do so.

"Krystal you should calm down okay? My reasons for what I did, I already told you, it's not something you should take too seriously. I've apologized" He said, sounding so stupid, claiming to have apologized with his four-lined text.

    I got mad and angrier than before, putting my juridical skills into action.  "How does your apology justify your action, Chris? How? Tell me how?" I bellowed angrily

  "You slept with another woman a few nights after sexing me, you ought to be tried and jailed for this." I threatened.

We both turned to the gasps that followed, it was from both parents, it was obvious they'd been eavesdropping.

Chris, seeing them, quickly hugged me to himself, pretending to act sweet but I am not buying that. I pushed him away aggressively so that he almost fell. He should have fallen.

     "Krystal being aggressive isn't going to help matters." He whispered hush,  coming close to me.

"Chris, I don't care anymore. I don't fucking care about you, about the deal, about your parents or their status, about my moms' words either. They can all go to hell." I said loud enough for everyone to hear.

   I moved but was stopped abruptly by Chris's grip on my wrist. I wriggled free but he held onto me tightly.

"Listen to me Krystal, whatever you say or do cannot stop the marriage from holding. Forever is the deal, you're mine to claim." He whispered but loud enough for both parents to get a hint of what he said.

    He released me abruptly and I dashed off into the house, straight to my room in anger, knocking down Mrs Yolanda. I don't care.

"What?" I heard her say

         Fuck them all.

ANNE WALLACE POV.

I was angry with Krystal. She made a fool of me and my visitors.

     I bade Sullivan's good night before stomping into the house straight to Krystal's room.

I barged open the door without knocking,

"Krystal! What's the meaning of the nonsense attitude you spurt out at dinner? I bellowed in anger. I didn't even wait for her reply cause I didn't need it before passing out a warning.

"Listen up and listen very well Krystal, if you don't have the skull get it now. Breaking up with Chris is the last thing you are going to do, you are going to get married to Chris. Read my lips, you are getting married to Chris. Understood?" I asked with eyes wide open.

"I don't understand mom, I don't understand your hankering for me to get married to Chris.

    Well, FYI! I won't get married to Chris, getting married to him is the last thing I would do." She backfired. 

    Krystal is becoming heinous and arrogant.

"Then you would die before doing that," I said out of anger. I noticed the fearful flash in her eyes but I care less.

I shouldn't have said so but my anger was growing, it was deep, and I couldn't help it.

     "You wouldn't back off from the deal and about the deflowering night, we'll talk about that later." I deadpanned a little bit calmer than at first.

I opened the door to move out but stopped to remind her, "And just so you know, your marriage is in two months. You better get that stuck up in your brain. Chris is your husband." I jammed the door with a great force.

     I've never been strict with my child but I'll be if she dares to be a problem to my success. I can't lose the deal because of her.

     My plans must be. I need the power. 

Krystal won't be the reason I'll call it off. Never.

    Even if it means blackmailing and threatening her I'll do it. She must marry Chris and two months from now is the deadline. 

     I don't Care about the result, I just need to get what I want, what I have only craved for.

Krystal's POV.

      I was struck dumb by Mom's words, I felt inert. My head couldn't carry the words, my brain couldn't process her words.

      Two months to marry Chris. Impossible!

I can't marry Chris, I won't marry Chris even if I'm being forced. 

Mom's invective words kept repeating itself in my head. 

     I would never have imagined Mom yelling at me or even threatening to accept a deal with a guy who is less concerned about me, to the extent of pronouncing death as a second option.

    Was Mom prepared to kill me if I rejected the agreement?

I pondered on the thought of mom killing me, I quickly stood up to bolt my door to avoid death taking place.

      Human beings are capable of anything and bound to change at any time but Mom's sudden hurling of curses towards me is bizarre, all because of Chris.

    She'd never yelled at me, not once when I was a child.

The marriage deal and Sullivan's wealth and possession have taken a toll on her. She's toxic over it.

She has a huge hankering to be a family to the Senate. She's money and fame-minded, and she's ready to trade me for it. 

       Mom's changing and I feared that I would soon stop knowing and understanding the woman I call my mom.

Chris and his family have done something to her and soon time will tell what it is.

I didn't go out for the next two days, afraid of what would happen, occupied with the thought of mom killing me or I should step out. 

     I'd phoned Courtney and my boss to tell them that I wouldn't be able to come, with a plausible reason for an excuse.

   "I had come down with a burning fever sir. I can't move." I had told my boss and now I'll have to fake a medical report to prove it.

  

   Although Courtney knew I wasn't sick and was lying to her. 

   "Babe I know you are damn alright. Now get your ass off the bed and head straight to the office. I'll give you five minutes, Lazy cat." She said and I hung up on her.

I guess she'd wait for more than five minutes or seven hours I  guess, cause she drove straight to my home from work. Courtney doesn't drive. I'm surprised.

"Alright babe, what's the matter with you? You look old!" She queried when she saw how messy and unkempt I looked.

Rolled onto a corner of my bed, I managed to whisper an answer.

    "I'm not fine Courtney I'm not fine," I sulked

"Oh no, what's wrong…. C'Mon babe tell me what's wrong." She asked with pity.

"Courtney I'm not fine, mom is giving me a hard time, she's threatening me." I sobbed.

   "She's threatening you about what?" 

"About the deal, Mom said I would get married to Chris even if it means me dying." I cried, Courtney stared in perplexity, like she didn't understand what I said.

     "Mom's threatening you because of Chris that motherfucker?" She asked

"Would she risk your life for a marriage deal?" she asked again

    "She's ready to do anything Courtney and the marriage is  barely two months from now, I'm tired I just feel like eloping Court, 'cause I can't marry Chris."

"You won't marry Chris, never would you. We would think of a way out okay?"

"OK……" I didn't complete my speech when I felt the need to puke, I ran off to the bathroom and

"Arrrrrrgh." Everything went down. I hadn't had breakfast this morning.

   

     Courtney came in, staring at me like I've grown horns and grinning like an idiot.

   She should think of every nonsense, I don't fucking care.

  "Think about everything you have to court, I don't care but just don't spill it out 'cause I don't want to hear about it."

"I haven't said anything yet and you are….. but are you ……?" 

     "Courtney!!" I called, surprised my friend would ask me such a question.

    "It's probably because I've been crying and grieving. It's nothing else." I defended

She grinned and giggled, laughing out loud, clearly jesting and making fun of me.

 I threw the pillow at her, laughing in the process.

Courtney has lightened up my sullen mood.

    She always knows how to brighten up my mood. I love her so much.