Misty

[5] Revelation

The environment at the table had turned intense after Ryan's continuous daring questions. It was highly clear now that both the siblings were knowingly trying to be ill-mannered for my sake. I wanted to stop them but I also wanted to listen to my half-brother's response.

Pete raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean, my sisters?"

He wasn't looking happy.

Ryan chuckled. "I mean, yes. Along with the younger brother. You can come too. We can all have fun-"

"Don't you have to prepare for the Army or something? Who has time for such long vacations?" Pete said rudely and I was highly offended. "Study and make your career."

"It's okay, Ryan. I also have to look for colleges. I will barely have time for vacations. It's not like I go every year." I said, smiling. "I am here, having fun with Gran. What say, my old lady?"

Gran chuckled, giving a raise of her wine glass. But mom seemed unhappy. Her face had dulled from sadness.

Ryan let out a humorless chuckle. "That's what you always say, Misty. I am sure, even when the day of your wedding would come, Your Dad would still be presiding over the village. Gran would be there to hand you over to your groom. To basically, me."

Pete punched the table, his eyes glaring at Ryan. "Excuse me?"

"You could say Yes that your Dad would come to handover Misty to her groom, simply," Ryan said while eating a piece of the cake.

Pete couldn't answer as he was still glaring at Ryan. My heart started beating faster from watching what just happened. While mom put a hand on Pete's shoulder.

"Of course, why not. Misty is our daughter. We would all come. But before that you will have to win her and our hearts."

Ryan grinned at my mom. "I am forever ready, ma'am. But Mr. Brown never shows up. It's just one day for Misty. You know, my dad says that parents are more important than anything. I wonder why Mr. Brown never comes back to see his mother."

Pete stood up from the table and before any of us could react, he walked out through the main door, banging it after him.

Mom let out a shy laugh. "I am sorry, he has a temper. He's just. . ."

"It's alright, Mrs. Brown."

Lexi interrupted, "Sorry to suggest this, But I was thinking why you'd never thought about exchanging kids. I mean, you could have taken Misty for some time to the village and leave any of her younger siblings here."

Mom was silent this time. The anger and discomfort were now visible.

"Misty doesn't look like you, that much. I wonder if she looks like her Dad." Lexi further said, not stopping, trying to be this much manner less for my sake. I was forever thankful for these friends of mine. But here, it was a Werewolf we were dealing with.

"Enough, Lexi. Try eating something." I muttered, lowering my eyes and eating pasta that Gran made.

Lexi didn't stop and to my horror, she blurted out. "Do you remember, Gran? Mr. Harper from 61-D."

Gran nodded quietly, waiting for this unexpected enjoyable show that was going on for her. "That old man. Damn! I had a fling for him last year. Not now, he broke his hip months ago."

Ryan explained, "Dad is handling the waterworks for his property in the neighboring city. They were talking about Gran and suddenly Mr. Harper asked him if Andrew was fine."