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Holy Fucking Shit

Tate hadn’t seen or spoken to her parents in a long tione seven years without speaking to her father It worked for her He didn’t like her She didn’t like hih to ever matter It was harsh, but it was the truth They didn’t care about her, so Tate didn’t care about the here!?

The elder O’Sheas were seated at a table, picking at appetizers Her father looked older,at the restaurant Her mother’s eyes bounced around the roolass of wine They looked completely out of place

"No No, I don’t want to do this," Tate hissed, trying to back away Jaround and she felt his hands come to rest on her shoulders

"I wasn’t aware that you had a choice"

"I’aairl Tiasped

"Fuck that noise, I’m out of here," she tried to twist away from him, but he held her in place

"Liebe," he whispered, his lips right at her ear She held still "Just do this Say what you need to say Forgive theet it out and get it over with, you can’t have this hanging over you anyht Of course he was right; Jaainst him

"Why?" she whispered

"Because I care about you, and it’s been long enough"

She didn’t want to be crying when she faced her father, so she pulled away from Jameson and strode across the floor She was at the table before her parents even realized she was in the rooh he didn’t smile His eyes traveled up and down her form, and the disapproval was evident in theh for Jameson, that’s all that matters

"Mother Daddy," Tate said in a crisp voice Jameson pulled out her chair so she could sit down, then he sat down as well

"We got appetizers while aited for you," Ja to some food that was on the table Tate’s stoiant knot and she waved hi," her mother cooed, a distinct slur to her voice

"Has it?" Tate asked, staring at the other woman

"I’ll admit, I was shocked when I heard from Kane," her father interrupted