Page 51 of The Right Kind of Wrong

It didn't take long after that. The sound coming from the monitors sped up as her heart slowed down until it ended in one continuous beep.

Nana was gone.

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“Are you okay?” Nathan asked again, squeezing my hand gently. I shook my head, gazing outside the window. I felt anger taking over, threatening to explode. It was only a matter of time. Being around my parents wasn't an option, but I knew I wanted to see what they had planned for the funeral. I didn't want it to turn into a circus.

When we pulled up to the house, my sister's car was already there. Nathan tensed, running his hands over his face. He looked far more distraught than my own mother did. I was anxious for his parents to arrive, he needed the support because he wouldn't find it here.

My family was an absolute disappointment.

I didn't understand how my grandmother had been such a kind-hearted woman and my mom had turned out this way. Disappointment towards my “family” was the only thing I felt. They filled me with shame.

Animals had more compassion than they did.

As we made our way up to the house, Nathan set his hand on my lower back, silently encouraging me to step inside. I opened the door, walking directly into the kitchen where I knew I'd find my sister sitting at the dinner table either on her phone or laptop.

Sure enough, there she sat with her laptop open, focused on whatever she saw on screen.

“Hey,” I said, walking over to the refrigerator, needing something cold to drink. Nate's gaze was fixed on me, worried…apprehensive. “What have you been up to?”

Hannah finally acknowledged me. She shut her laptop and stood up, walking over to me. “Working,” she said with a tight smile. “How did it go?”

I snorted. “It's not like it was a party, Han. But just in case you cared, Nana's dead now, so I guess that's one less thing holding you back at work.”

Nate's eyes widened as did Hannah's. There was still much I had left to say though. “I hope you don't regret this later on, Han. You should have been there. Work doesn't matter, not when family comes into play.”

“She was already dead, Evelyn.”

I lost it.

My fist lunged forward, but before I hit her precious little cheekbone, I was pulled back. No matter how much I kicked and tried to get away from Nathan’s grip, I wasn’t strong enough.

“You selfish bitch,” I hissed, aching to run my nails over her delicate face, eager to destroy the perfect appearance she always tried to maintain. She looked frightened and perhaps with reason—I had completely lost it.

I was going insane.

Nathan’s voice was calm though I could sense the desperation in it.

“Nana is dead and you all could care less. Fucking vultures,” I yelled, struggling to get out of Nathan's grasp. The grief and fury had taken over and there was no stopping it now. However, he was stronger than me, there was no way I would maneuver out of his arms.

“Have you lost your mind?” Hannah said, struggling to stand up. She placed a trembling hand over her chest, eyes wide with fear.

I raised an eyebrow. “You are lucky he’s holding me back,” I spat.

Faintly I heard footsteps in the house, alerting us my parents had arrived. Nathan cursed behind me but didn't let go, insisting on calming me down before my parents saw me lacking so much composure. It was too late however, my mom rushed to my sister's side, showing the concern she’d never been able to show me.

“What the hell happened?” My dad asked, looking over at me.

“I see who you really are now is what happened,” I stated, letting anger fuel my words. “Blindfold's off, Charles. Just remember, karma is a bitch. That goes for all of you.”

I shrugged myself away from the man holding me back and ran upstairs to my bedroom where finally, I would let myself grieve.

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