Raven had always felt bad, disliking Willâs father, especially when they had been together for so long, family dinners and holidays were common place. The frost between them was always palpable, and Raven knew it made everyone feel awkward. Sheâd greet him with a âHello, William.â and a small smile, and generally, that was the end of their contact for the evening. Though, Raven always made sure to call him William, despite the rest of Willâs family insisting that she call him Will. She had to provide some disconnect between Will and his father, because sometimes she just couldnât believe her Will had been raised by him.âBut these days, Raven didnât blink twice when besmirching the manâs name.
She ground her teeth out of stubbornness at his question, and she replied with a low ânoâ through her teeth, despite knowing that it was most likely rhetorical. She knew that he understood his privilege, and knew that he understood her lack of it, but sometimes she just wanted to scream at how unfair it was. She wanted to bring him back to her past, show him all the times that her parents struggled to put food on the table, and not for lack of trying. She wanted to show him that no matter how smart you were, sometimes brains only got you as far as a job as a mechanic, or working at a convenience storeâŠOr as a waitress at a slimy bar. She wanted to show him just how hard it was sometimes, what his life would have been like if he had never been adopted. That if it werenât for his luck in life, they could be in the exact same position this very moment.
"You can rent a five bedroom house here for the cost of a two bedroom apartment in Boston." she corrected him, wanting to prove him wrong, although he was so right. Having to move yourself and your things was no cheap task, flights were astronomical and shipping prices ridiculous. Also being unable to pick up working right away and having to take a few weeks off after Ryanâs birth definitely blew through her savings. "Well, with a dead father, a retired mother and my siblings practically all in higher education or about to graduate, I wasnât needed." She replied, not even acknowledging his point of âescapingâ, not even factoring him into her reasons for leavingâŠOr at least thatâs what she wanted him to think. She just wanted this to end, to stop this conversation, to stop their contactâŠBecause dear god would that be easier, for both of them she imagined. Her stomach was tied up in knots while a deep, throbbing ache had taken itâs place somewhere deep inside, and she couldnât even imagine what he had to be feeling, because at least she had chose this, she had prepared herself for that pain that still lingered from three years ago.
"Well, at least Iâm living.â She replied, her tone just as snide as his own. It was another reason she had never liked Willâs father, he had always seemed dead inside, the perfect life he led freezing everything inside, with no excitement or imperfections to get his blood pumping. And Raven had always been afraid that he would make Will just like him. And in her moment of bitterness, she believed he had done just that. âMy life might suck sometimes, but itâs those times that make the good times that much better, that make life worth living. Canât say the same for that perfect little life youâre living.â Honestly, she didnât know anything about his life, but it made her feel better about her own to let herself believe that his life was how she described it, than actually perfect.
âGo fuck yourself, Will." was her final and last reply to him before she strode in through the door he held open for her, angrily, her ponytail swishing with her exaggerated strides.
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