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Heavy footsteps were echoing in the hallways of "Black's Mansion" as Theodore was marching towards his room angrily. His nose flared with agony at his daughter's tears and irritation at his mate's biassed love towards their own child.
He always maintains his calm in front of his family, but what happened today made him lose that. His blood was boiling in anger as the memories of Isabella's teary eyes and whimpers played in front of his mind continuously. He opened the door with a loud thud, causing the woman in the room to jerk up a little. She maintained her cool gestures and stared into his intense orbs.
She knew she messed up by the look in his eyes. It was on the day when someone degraded her in the early days of their marriage at a family ball for not being a Slytherin. It was the same intensity of his eyes that caused her to gulp silently. She hastily turns away to avoid him looking at her frightened face.
"Why are you here?" She remarks looking in the mirror, fixing the accessories in front of it.
"Why am I here?" he retorts in a high yet mocking voice.
"Yeah!" she states loudly too, trying to play it cool as she turns around, hands bonded in front of her chest.
"Still trying to confuse me with your coping mechanism?" He taunts her, taking her off guard as a little frown forms on her face.
"Oh, really?" she states in a mocking tone too.
Theodore had enough; he dashed towards her in anger. Stomping his feet harshly with every step Standing close to her face, as they were inches apart, his hot breath hit her face as he spits harshly, "Don't try to trick me, Rosalie, with your antics! I am not going to fall for this now! "You know clearly what the hell I am talking about, and playing around will not take you anywhere!"
"Stop this!" Rosalie says in a harsh tone, trying to get away from his intense aura, but Theodore is quick to trap her between himself and the mirror by placing his hands on either side of her head.
"No! First, tell me the fucking reason! Tell me why you are traumatising our own child with your antics! "Tell me," he growls with each word, but his last words come out as a whisper. His aura turned vulnerable slowly, silent tears pooling in his eyes as he stared at his wife in disappointment. "Tell me," he demands again, this time with a lone tear falling from his eyes. Rosalie, feeling bad at his state, raised her hand to wipe the tear on his cheeks, but he jerked her hand away, looking on the other side. "Don't touch me!" he states sternly.
Rosalie can't help but hang her head low in disappointment. Getting no response from her, Theodore retorts, "If you weren't mean or unjust to your own daughter, then you wouldn't hang your head low." You are worried about my damn tears, but what about her? What did she do to deserve that? She always longs for you, and yet you crush her in the worst way possible. "A motherly hug and some sweet words will be enough, but no, you can't do that!"
Disappointment was what the couple was feeling at the moment. Rosalie's silence was irritating Theodore. He knew she would remain silent to get out of all this. So that's when he growls loudly, "Fucking speak something, Rosalie!"
"I can't make my sons disappointed!" Rosalie yells. Her homiletic words take Theodore off guard as he stumbles backward with a frown on his face.
"What?" he asks again, thinking he has misheard.
"Yes! You heard it loud and clear! I can't disappoint my boys! They will be all I have in the future, not her! They will take care of me in my old days, not her! I will marry her off at the right age! She will not even stay with me! So why should I give a damn about her?"
Theodore's eyes widened at her confession. Disappointment was all he could feel at the moment. He holds her by her upper arms, jerking her a bit. trying his level best to stay within his limits and not let his anger out physically.
"Have you a fucking idea who you are talking about?" That's our daughter! Our own daughter! You think they will be married to someone else so they are shite? Why are you doing this? Why are you plotting all this? Can't you just live in peace? If you were so against daughters, then you should have told me! "I would have spared you and your damn sons ages ago!"
Rosalie's nature shifts at his words about leaving her for their daughters. She pushes him back harshly while growling, "So you will leave us?" You and your upcoming generation? You want our race to end like this? You are risking blood status of ours!"
Theodore cuts her off by yelling, "Why are you becoming a blood supremacist?" You were never like this! That's what made me pull towards you! "Why are you letting it all fall down?"
He says the last part with utter disappointment. while Rosalie didn't flinch back at his words. She has a good grip on her emotions, like always, and knows not to fall down. She yells back, refusing to let his words affect her: "You made me do that!"
"Me?" Theodore asks, pointing his index finger at himself in amazement and shock.
"Yes you! Your family! They made it so difficult for me to bear them mentally when she was born. Every day or every time we will meet, all they will talk about is me giving birth to a daughter. Then Amy was born, just like you! I was pissed. I stopped attending balls due to all the taunts thrown my way because of them. One is enough, but two? Amy can be bearable, but Isabella? No! Never! She is so dense! I am waiting for her school to end so I can marry her instantly! I don't care if she wants to study further or not! All I want is to free myself from them so I can face your damn family easily! She will be
"You bloody witch! "I—" he harshly yells and raises his hand to slap her, taking her off guard. His hand was about to touch her cheek, but he stopped after hearing a muffled whisper behind him.
"Don't..."
The pair gets still in their position. They clearly know who's the owner of the voice. Theodore staggers a bit, lowering his hand slowly. While Rosalie flinched as her breath laboured. Turning away cautiously, Theodore's bloodshot eyes were met by none other than Isabella's numb ones. His gaze instantly turns soft as he rushes towards her stiff figure standing besides the door. Rosalie shivers a bit, taking in what just happened and is about to happen.
Isabella, my child... "Whatare you doing here?" Theodore states cautiously, kneeling in front of her. Isabella doesn't say anything but just stares at her father's curious eyes, which are getting moist by every passing second. Rosalie shuffles a bit before staring at Isabella intensely. Isabella, knowing the glares boring in her head, ignored them. Rosalie clears her throat while responding, "Don't you have—"
Theodore instantly turns his head, glaring at her with intense, angry orbs. He raises his hands in order to shut her up, but he stops hearing Isabella's numb words, "Don't... don't hurt her. " He glances back at her and she raises her gaze from the floor to his eyes.
He smiled a bit before saying softly, "It's completely okay, father!" to get hate from anyone, let it be your own mother... I know my brothers don't like me, and it's completely normal. I was annoyed at first too... but what else can I do... You can't change their hatred for you... for no apparent reason...
She lets out a chuckle before glancing up at her mother, who is standing bewildered yet with a hint of concern. "And mother, honestly, I know you hate me too. You don't have to pretend... I always knew that... and about time... I know you will cry the whole night, or may be days, for your confession about me, but trust me, I am not that dense to cry for one thing all the time... You don't love me... okay, I don't care about that either. Before the time of my school and my so-called marriage, I will be gladly able to live without you, because I don't want to pass on your insecurities to myself. Do you want to hate me? Hate! "As long as I have Father and Amy, I also don't want you."
With that said, Isabella wipes the tears that were flowing from her father's cheeks while listening to her words. Taking a last glance at her mother standing with guilt glistening in her eyes and her father caressing her cheeks gently, she leaves for her room, leaving the couple alone to comprehend what she just said.