Seeing you again
Was the sweetest torture
I may ever know.

Seeing you again
Made me wish
I'd never let you go.
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓

"HEY, FRANNY. HOW ABOUT A GLASS OF MILK?" Ransom spoke as he entered the living room. His shoes made a rhythmical noise against the hardwood floors as his entered the room, solid and regular like a soldier.

Katerina made her way towards the entrance of the room, standing beside Detective Blanc.

"Hey asshole, not her name, not her job."

His face was stern, yet peaceful with a smirk as he swung the packet of biscuits back and forth, before placing himself on one of the single chairs. "Hey Meg. How's the SJW degree comin' along?"

In that moment, all Meg could feel was hatred. It is the fuel that kept her heart pumping and brain ticking over. "Trust fund prick."

"All right, guys..."

A wizened face suddenly peered out from the hallway. The old man had a fringe of grey-white hair around his balding, mottled scalp. He had a kind face and a back slightly hunched.

"Hey, everyone! I'm just gonna' be in the other room setting up. Be ready in ten minutes." Kat had been expecting the croak of old age but Mr Stevens voice was more like a sergeant major, strong and distinctly upper class.

Walt suddenly spoke as he sat on the living room chair. His voice broke away as his chest heaved. "Funny, Ransom. You skip the funeral but you're early for the will reading."

"OK, people grieve in different ways let's not..."

"You know it's funny you're here at all, why are you even bothering that's what I'm wondering myself." Their heated quarrel continued. It was definitely a war of words and who can hurt the other one worse. Everyone at each others throats like savage hungry dogs fighting over dominance.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He knows what it's supposed to mean." The older mans presence seemed to buzz around everyone like a fly that you can never swat. Every word, movement and breath he performed seemed to infuriate everyone in the family to no end.

"Jacob was in that bathroom the night of the party."

Joni turned to the teenage boy. "That's where you were all night!" She said with a small smirk and a flick of her blonde hair.

"What the hell were you doing in the bathroom all night?"

"Nothing!"

Jacob was a quiet boy, but not out of painful shyness. It was a reservedness, like a conscious choice to observe the lie of the land before he got involved. Yet he was often standoffish. Nevertheless, it wasn't like he sat down one day and planned to be like that, it was just the way he was.

"Swatting Syrian refugees." Meg spoke to spite her cousin.

"No, I was not."

Walt sighed heavily turning to the two young people. His expression was of frustration and fatigue. The world seemed no place for this man; he had had enough. "I don't know what any of this means."

The family's voices rose above the sacred silence. A glance, touch, and one small comment stirred a hurricane of harsh and horsed insults. Their own Pandora boxes opened, sending each word full speed ahead to shatter their souls into a million pieces. "It means your son is a little creep."

Kat bit her lip, eyes everywhere but on Ransom. Until eventually she couldn't refrain. Her breathing became softer, the pensive look melting into a watery smile as soft as the morning light. Her body squirmed just a little as her muscles relaxed.

There was something about that gaze of his she knew she would never find in another man. His eyes were so different in moments like those, just the two of them alone in space. More soft than Katerina knew eyes could be. The professional man was gone and instead it was the eyes of one who loves deeply. If it were anyone else she would have dropped her gaze by now, but with him she's drawn in closer, always wanting more. Kat just nodded as a subtle greeting, taking in every moment for her memory, knowing it was the medication she needed to survive the next few days.

"Hey! Jacob, we know where this is going. You were in the bathroom, next to Harlons office where he had the fight with Ransom."

"Now you heard something. Spill it!"

"I just heard three things..." Kat continued to stare at the teenage boy wild-eyed, as a damned soul in purgatory might look at Satan passing in regal splendour through the seventy times sevenfold circles of hell.

"My will... And then there was more yelling and then you and Kat." In that moment, Katerina was white as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise, and although she was staring straight at Jacob she appeared not to notice him at all as the words spilled from his mouth.

"And then I heard Ransom say, I'm warning you." In the grip of silent panic, Katerina's eyes were wild, her pupils dilated. She could feel Blancs calculating gaze resting on both her and Ransom, flickering between the too with an unrecognisable emotion hidden deep within.

"Katerina... Ransom..." Linda spoke, as her son continued to chew and the nearly finished packet of biscuits. "What's that mean?"

"I think it means our father finally came to his senses and cut this worthless little brat out of his will." Walt continued for his son, ignoring the idea of involving Katerina.

Walt was the type of person who hardly ever showed emotion beyond fatigue. He showed a polite interest in the lives of his family, of his wife, and otherwise kept himself to himself. But today was different, everything Ransom did was wrong and Walt wanted him to know.

"So I guess you're gonna' have to sell the beemer and give your notice at the country club and stop whatever fashion drug you're on, because if you think after all the bridges your burned and the shit you said and the shit you put this family through for the last ten years, that any of us are gonna' support you." The arguing had a dull exhaustion to it, like they'd been over the same bitterness too many times before. Walt spat after every vent.

"That any of us are going to give you, like daddy used to say, a single red daime. You're nuts."

"Son..."

Ransom had a sneer in his voice that extended to his eyes and far beyond as he responded, "Father."

"Did Harlon tell you he was gonna' cut you out of the will?" As Mr Drysdale asked the question Ransom's gaze once again filtered to Katerina, almost as if he was trying to calculate her thoughts. His stare was as uncomfortable as a chorus-girl corset and had the same effect on Katrina's breathing, constricted and shallow. There was no life behind those eyes. Every move he made betrayed his intentions and none of them were noble.

"Yep." He finally replied with a heavy smirk.

"We'll then he's done what none of us were brave enough to do. Maybe this might finally make you grow up."

Linda just noded and said, "This might be the best thing that has ever happened to you."

Ransom's face flushed red, although he attempted to hide his frustration, Kat knew what had angered him. "Thank you. My mother, ladies and gentlemen."

"Listen, this is not going to be easy for yoy. But it's gonna' be good, and nothing good is ever easy."

Ransom's eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment Katerina knew he was already far away. Once again he was the enemy. "Up your ass Jonie. You've had your teeth in this families tit for a long time."

"Oh, up your ass, very nice." She could hear Meg.

Kat drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare would last only as long as it took him to think of the most brutally cutting thing he could tear the family down with.

"As a matter of fact... Eat shit! How's that?" In his arrogant triumph, he smirked - just a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head.

"Eat shit." He continued, pointing at each member of the family.

"Eat shit. Eat shit. Eat shit."

"Eat shit!"

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 !
i'm not really happy with
this chapter because i
don't think it's that well
written and it's slightly
boring :(

this chapter is dedicated
to GianEdits for the amazing
story banner !

would you prefer the
next chapter to be a
flashback or continue
with the movie plot ?