Eliana watched her daughter with a shocked and hurt expression. Her daughter had never said anything so hurtful and domineering ever. She always spoke to her with respect and decency yet now she spoke to her as if she had left her stranded one day and never cared to give her attention again.
She waited for her daughter to realize what she had done, but when she stared into the eyes of the drunk young woman in front of her, she couldn't see her daughter that she adored. She saw a stranger and it saddened her heart extremely that things had turned out this way because she had chosen to finally care for a man with blind transparency.
Eliana raised her hand and slapped the young woman before her, hoping to see her daughter and not this child that laced her tone with rudeness. She had sacrificed and raised her daughter right, she would be damned if she lost her as easily as a letter.
"Have you lost your mind?" Eliana snapped, her heart burning with pain and her eyes with fire. She would teach her daughter a lesson, forget how old she was, she would remember that the very woman that stood before her.
Carried her.
Birthed her.
Protected her.
Fed her.
Clothed her.
"I think it's best we all go outside and not do this in the club," James suggested.
"I agree," Harry murmured, turning he opened the backway entrance and walked the women out.
Harry knew that Eliana was sweet and gentle, at times he thought she was too gentle but now that he watched her with her daughter. He could see that she was a woman who demanded respect and for the right reasons too.
Yet at the same time, he understood where Elaina's daughter was coming from, he had been told about how her mother had been in awful relationships before. So it was understandable why she needed to see if I was genuine or not.
Eliana and him shouldn't have kissed knowing that her daughter was around. They should have respected her and allowed her to have questioned him and let him answer first over anything. Yet they did the opposite and caused havoc.
The two women stared at each other with disbelief and anger. Both stubborn to resolve to anything calm at that moment. Instead, they preferred to watch each other and it was clear that nothing would currently change.
"Harry," Eliana whispered, as she stared at her daughter coldly.
"Yes."
"Let's go," she said.
Aria's eyes grew wide as she watched her mother with disbelief, even after everything she was still willing to choose the man over her. Over her own daughter. Aria felt shattered and heartbroken, she had never expected her mother to do that but at the same time, she wasn't about to call a spade a heart, it was clear as a summer's day that she had chosen Harry and not Aria.
So Aria swallowed her angry words and stepped towards her mother, both woman watched each other with anger, daring each other to say something wrong, hurtful and Aria was the first to spit out the venom,
"You are dead to me," she whispered.
Eliana's eyes went wide and she stepped away from her child as if she had burned her and hurried away with Harry chasing after her. As soon as her mother was out of sight, Aria felt her heart be crushed, she knew that what she had done was wrong. She knew that she shouldn't have done that but in the heat of the moment she had.
"Why on earth would you do that Aria?" James murmured, shocked at how his friend had acted.
"She made me mad okay! It's me, James, her daughter but instead, she chooses to be in the arms of a man she barely even knows." Aria snapped.
"That's doesn't mean anything will change, Aria!" James snapped.
"It does okay! What if he hurts her or is worse than the rest! I want her safe! I want her heart to be in the right place! Not with a man she just met and I don't even know about!" Aria defended.
"Have you ever considered letting her do it herself because you can't always be here or are you trying to avoid her attracting a man like your father again?" James asked.
Before Aria could even utter a word, three loud gunshots were heard and they both looked at each other, frightened. Aria paled as soon as she realized it came from the direction where her mother had run and she turned to sprint in that direction.
Hoping that her mother wasn't harmed.