The bitterness of one who's left alone -- Summer 1992

I stood up and went over to him.  "Are you hungry, Dean?" I asked him, pulling him into the room.  "We've got plenty of food." I hoped that Dean would behave, but his first few words were not promising.  "You remember meeting Jeremy, don't you?" I knew they had met before.

I looked from Mum to Jeremy.  "Yeah... Max taylor's dad," I said.  My gaze ran over him.  "Why are you here?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest, waiting for him to answer.

I stood up and offered my hand, however I droped it when it was clear he would not shake it.  "We're having a spot of breakfast," I explained.  "You can join us if you'd like..." I trailed off when I saw his glare -- he reminded me so much of Sirius it was uncanny.

I did not really want to shake his hand.  I scoffed.  "Breakfast?  You're here this early?  Think you shacked up here last night?" I questioned angrily.

I gasped in shock.  "Dean Alexander!" I said, trying to fix the situation.  This was quickly escalatng and turning into a disaster.

I shoul dhave expected that.  I sighed and shook my head.  It's quite alright, Em," I said, shrugging it off.  "I'm sure Max would think the same if things were reversed."  Breakfast may not have been a wise idea in hindsight.

I shook my head.  "No, i'ts not.  Apologize Dean, and then head to your room," I said, rather upset at my son.  How dare he say something like that!  I had raised him better than taht!

I rolled my eyes.  Still glaring, I muttered, "I'm sorry."  That was all they were getting.  I looked at my dear mother.  "Am I free to go?"

I was going to say more, but I knew it was pointless.  "Go.  And stay there until I come talk to you," I added.  I watched him leave and sighed.  I turned to Jeremy.  "I am so sorry," I said to him.  I knew Dean's apology was less than sincere.

I shook my head at Ember, putting my hands on her shoulders.  "Really, don't worry about it.  I do, however, think I overstayed my welcome this morning," I said to her sadly.

He was right.  "Alright," I agreed.  "I'll talk to you later, okay?" I wanted him to know none of this would affect our friendship.

I nodded.  "Don't be too hard on him," I said as I hugged her goodbye.  I left, hoping things would be alright for hte Blacks.

I walked up to my son's room.  "Dean, your attitude was uncalled for," I said, looking at him sternly.  I was quite angry with him than I had ever been before, I think.

I stopped pacing and looked at her.  "I don't care.  If you want to be with someone other than Dad, then divorce him.  You know I don't care about DAd, either," I added.  "I just thought you had more class."

I sighed.  "Dean," I said quietly, "I'm just friends with Jeremy.  I'd never do anything like what you're accusing.  I thought you kenw me better than that."  I was rather hurt by what my son thought of me.