Page 112 of Unravelling The Beast

"We're going to walk in there, and I'm going to get Cree and hand him over to you. Don't make any sort of eye contact with my old man. I just want you to take Cree outside and wait for me."

I give him another nod in agreement before he turns around and walks towards the door.

As we exit the restroom together, I nervously follow behind him. My anxiety is at an all-time high as we enter the restaurant and approach the table, but I try to gulp it down and remain stronger than I feel.

I stand at the far end of the table, avoiding eye contact with everyone and focus on Arlo walking around to Cree before lifting him from his chair under his arms.

"Arlo, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking Cree home with me, mom.Say bye, Cree."

I watch him wave his small hand to everyone with a cheeky grin, completely unaware of everything that is going on, and Arlo passes him to me and I perch him on my hip. Before I leave as instructed, I glance down at Sara, giving her an apologetic look, and he gives me a nod of understanding. I then turn around and proceed towards the main doors.

Iwatch as Wren walks away with Cree just as I asked her to until I hear my mom speak behind me.

"Is that really necessary, Arlo?"

I clench my teeth in annoyance before turning around and facing them all as she continues.

"He was enjoying himself."

My cold eyes lock onto hers and I scowl at her.

"And so was Wren, up until that fucking bastard ruined everyone's night."

My dad suddenly chose to speak up.

"Wow, son, you've really got it bad."

My focus shifts from my mom to my dad, and he reclines in his seat with a smug smirk on his face that I would love to slice off.

He crosses his arms over his chest and casually rests his ankle on his knee.

"I honestly thought she was just a fuck."

I'm irritated to the point of showing my teeth and hissing as I respond.

"She means everything to my fucking son and maybe if you were any decent fucking father, you'd do right by yours.”

He waves me off with his hand and shakes his head, as if he doesn't give a shit.

"Oh, cry me a fucking river, Arlo. I’ve made you who you are today.”

As my fury grows stronger, I raise my voice.

"And you think that's something to be fucking proud of, do you? Both of you?"

My eyes dart rapidly between my parents as I lay my palms on the table in front of me, trying to remain calm and expecting a response, but when I don't get one, I continue.

"You think it's okay to raise your kid to become a fucking monster for your own personal gain?"

They exchange glances but remain silent, so I stand tall, glaring at both of them and pointing my finger between them.

"I'll never fucking raise my son the same way you two pairs of cunts did me."

My mom now gasps and shouts.

“Arlo!”

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