I am still rooted near the door, peeling at the scene before me with bewilderment.
"You both stop this!" Mrs. Riccaforte exclamations, standing between them and at them one after another.
She is a burning lioness among the two lions, but her anger is different. It is not she is angry at someone, but that anger and fear of a woman seeing his family , and much worse, in front of her. It is that fear of seeing a hint of your family torn into pieces- the fear of losing a home, a family that you built for years and a lot of sweart and sacrifices. She looks miserably furious, torn, and her fears go unnoticed as well. I feel sorry for her, especially because neither Damian Mr Riccaforte is willing to back down. Not even at her plea.
"It has been years since we were together like this as a family,” she continues, trying stop that fight and speak some sense into the two enraged me, “and this is what you can do best? Can't you set your differences aside for once?" She cries, and I mean , except that only the tears are not falling. I don't know for how long, though, her voice is totally broken, and I can see her chest heaving up and down from .
Mr Riccaford takes a step back from Damian, perhaps opting not to stress his wife any . He then fixes his eyes on his son. "I expect you to do what is expected of you,
Damian. Prove yourself that you are my son and act like a Riccaforte for once! All we was solely for you, and I am not apologetic for that!"
Damian locks the gap his father created, tossing his mother aside gently as he does so, racks right in front of his father's nose. Both giants are tall and strong, exuding same demeaning power to each other. "I will have you know that I too am not for what I did, nor for defying you even now. I am done being controlled long time ago when I left this house and if you didn't stop me back then, father, you don't stand a chance even now. I ain't proving myself to you or anyone.”
“You have to...”
“I know my worth,” he cuts his father off, not giving him a chance to speaks, “and if only what you want is what will make me your son, father, then I am done a Riccaforte!”
Even I had to flinch at that, while his mother’s jaw drops to the floor, a tear leaving eye which she scours right away, perhaps refusing to breakdown before she can the situation. She reaches for her son who is daring his father. “Son, you can’t do . You are...”
Damian raises his hand to his mother’s face, but his eyes are still locking with his ’s. Mrs. Riccaforte remains defeatedly mute, while Damian continues his father, “You can also remove me from your will if I am incorporated it. I have made enough wealth for myself, so I don’t need to bend to your for anything.”
“Watch how you speak to your father, Damian. I am still...”
“Fathers,” Damian proves himself to be a stubborn ass once again, cutting his father , “Fathers see the potential in their sons and support their dreams. I will not ask kind of a father that you are because I don’t want to soud more insulting, but I tell you one thing, father; it is not my fault that you can't see that I don't need to a Riccaforte to succeed in life! If this is the last day to see you, I might as well take pleasure of letting you know that I proved you damn wrong! I made it in life - you, without your money, without your connections, without your influence guidance, and without even using your name! And all these years that I was away, I so happy and peaceful without your mendling, Father! I made it really big, as just
Damian Almeda! That what the city of Mombasa know me as, just Damian Almeda!"
He doesn't even blink as he spits that to his father's face, and he begins to storm out sparing his father another glance whose head has been bowed down by
Damian's words, but his long strides are halted by my figure.
"Ellie!" He calls, and his parents snap their mortified faces at me.
I never knew that the issue between them was this serious. I never knew it was this . I am at a loss of words about their situation right.
And him, what is Damian planning to do? Go back to Mombasa again? He can't do that! He certainly can't leave! What about me? I mean, we are pretending be a couple, right? We made a pact to make everyone believe that we are working out. He won't throw me under the bus, right now? And my father? He is not about my father’s condition? What happened to the promise he gave my just two days ago? He has forgotten all about just because of what he going with his parents? Am I that easy to lie to and toss aside whenever he freaking like it?
"Ellie!" Mrs Riccaford calls as the three figures stroll towards me.
I take a step toward the as I compose myself. I shound not show just how much I am of their situation. I forge a smile that clearly betrays me. How can I affor a with my father’s condition and now this?
Their faces denote just how much embarrassed they are to have been caught in that . Well, I am surprised, for real, and I think they have every right to feel this . I mean, their soon-to- be daughter daughter-in-law just walked in on the having a serious fight. They must be really swimming in embarassment.