Queen of Kings

I stared at my coffee mug, stubbornly refusing to even show an ounce of pain. The whole thing just made me sick, every word out of his mouth was just another lie, false accusation, or excuse to get out of the situation. 1

Jaiden, this isn't my fault.' Ryan whispered ferociously across the table. 'This is your fault. You told me you were on birth-control!'2

Oh and I asked for this?' I hissed back, feeling my face grow red. 'Don't be stupid, Ryan! Think about it.' I stood up throwing my mug into his lap. Ryan yelped in surprise, jumping up as he quickly wiped the hot chocolate from his lap, glaring at me angrily. I hurried away tossing my book bag over my shoulder, racing to the door weaving around an array of chairs and coffee tables.3

Are you out of your mind!' Ryan shouted, chasing after me.4

Oh don't be such a freakin' wuss, Ryan. It wasn't even hot!' I shot back. To my surprise, he caught me by my right arm, yanking me back to face him sharply. Reacting quickly, my left hand met his nose with a closed fist. I felt his nose snap on impact, and the two-hundred and fifteen pound man staggered back howling in pain.I hadn't meant to make a scene but if wants to play the victim than minus well make him look like one. Stifling a small giggle that threatened to escape, I straightened out my coat and turned to the exit with my held high. To my surprise a handful of people actually started to applaud , and someone actually whistled in appreciation. I was successful in suppressing a giggle but I could not conceal the smirk that I displayed triumphantly. 5

I stepped out of the small coffee shop onto the surprisingly busy street of Anacortes, and made my way to my vehicle. The small island was always busy during summer afternoons because of the ferry that often came from either Seattle, Port Angeles or even Victoria B.C. It was a nice tourist stop on their way to see Deception Pass, a bridge that connected Anacortes with Whidbey Island. The pass was the most photographed attraction in all of Washington state, which I never argued, you were always bound to find something fascinating there. From bald eagles, seals, and porpoises, if the scenery itself wasn't enough for you. 6

Just seconds before I pulled out of the parking spot in front of Penguins coffee shop, Ryan was already at my passenger window, slapping a hand against it, yelling for me to shut the engine. Flipping him off I sped away as soon as an opening came. I headed to my parents house on thirty-third, shaking off that growing irritation that douche bag left me with. Fighting back tears, I wiped the tears that had managed to escape, hoping that my parents wouldn't notice that I had ever cried at all. Pulling up their drive way, I avoided hitting their 2002 durango as I parked next to it on the front lawn. I could see my sisters Hadley & Morgan playing a game of pretend in the kitchen, running a muck. It was hard not to smile at my baby sisters, they were such goofballs. I checked my make-up once more before stepping out to meet my dad, who was already eight feet away mumbling some sort of loving insult. I hurried in for a hug, keeping my head down hoping he wouldn't see my tear stained face.7

Hey Shithead!' My Dad teased, squeezing me tight. 'When did you get into town?' 8

Just got in about an hour ago,' I grinned back. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. Panicking I quickly added that I had stopped to get coffee with a friend. Knowing that most of my friends were guys my father didn't even bother asking who with. I think its so he didn't have to bother to think about it. As usual he poked fun.9

Ah, setting up a heart break sesh already? You evil man eater! Just like your mother!' 10

That's right,' I heard my mother chime in no far behind. Looking up I smiled as I welcomed her arms around me for a hug. 'Hey baby girl, what are you doing in town?'11

I just came to see you guys,' looking around, avoiding my mothers eyes as much as possible. The woman could read me like a book. I jumped at the sound of three days grace ring tone I hate everything about you going off. Blushing I quickly silenced it, avoiding my parents stares. 12

Someone we know?' My Mom asked, only knowing all to well who it would be.13

No one important,' I quickly replied. Desperate to steer them away from questioning me further about the mystery call, I walked past them towards my sisters who ran out screaming my name.14

Jaiden, Jaiden, Jaiden!' They cried. My mom followed close behind, her laughter like music to my ears, making me feel at home. I ran to Hadley and Morgan, letting the two petite blond girls tackle me to the ground, giggling mischievously. 15

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Plopping myself down onto the floor in front of the couch where my Mother sat to let her play with my hair. There was no hiding anything from her when I did this, as if she didn't already know I was feeling miserable. Feeling her slender fingers work through my thick, wavy hair to softly rake her fingernails on my scalp to help calm me. Something that she had always done when I was having a terrible day, starting from kindergarten. When I had come home all teary eyed because the boys in my class where chasing me during recess and after school. I didn't figure out that they only chased me because it was typical school yard puppy love until sophomore year in high school. 17

So you wanna tell me why you're really in town?' My mother whispered softly enough for my ears alone to hear. 'Don't get me wrong, I know you love to visit but you usually have a better reason that "I just wanted to see you guys.".' She teased tugging at the end of my hair lightly. I stared at my reflection that shown just vaguely in the window in front of us. My usually bright green eyes seemed so dark and lifeless, my naturally tanned skin seemed pale and sickly. Damned my emotions to hell, I cursed myself in thoughts.My body went limp from exhaustion as I hunched forward and let my head roll back, closing my eyes and letting out a groan that could have passed off as a very childish whine. My Mother chuckled as she held me closer as I pounded my thighs with my fists and kicked my feet like an infant who just got sent to a corner.18

Momma, I freaking hate men!' I pouted, turning around to bury my face into her knees, fighting back my tears. My Mother cooed at me softly, rubbing my back as I calmed myself. I was twenty-two year old Polynesian baby, and I was not ashamed of it. 19

What happened between you and Ryan?' She asked, hugging me tighter. I could always run to my mother about anything, and you could bet money that I would always go to her over a guy problem. She was always my pillar of strength, the one person who could always make this world seem like a better place. Where she found the patience and strength to deal with all nine of us kids, I could only pray to find myself for just everyday life. I could tell her just about anything, but on this, I hesitated for a second. 'Is everything okay?'20

I hesitated before saying,'Momma we broke up about a week ago.' 21

Oh?' raising a dark perfect brow, her beautiful light brown eyes narrowed as I looked up at her. 'What happened?' 22

I grew quite, not sure what to say to her. What was I supposed to say? Momma, I'm pregnant by a cheating bastard and I'm seriously considering aborting it! There's nothing you can say or do to change my mind or stop me! Yeah right. I turned to stare back out the window before telling her that we just wasn't working out. I knew she didn't believe it but I refused to tell her any more than that, and my mother knew it. 23

Well, I better get going.' I stood up, feeling myself get dizzy from getting up too fast. My mother caught my arms, steadying me, as I fell into her. I looked at her, catching my breath as her eyes grew wide with realization. 24

Hey you two, what are you guys doing,' my dad asked just stepping in from the kitchen. 25

I pulled away from my mother, eyes pleading,'Nothing, I was just getting ready to leave.' 26

My mother smiled softly at my father as she grabbed hold of my hand gave it a gentle squeeze. 'And I was just about to walk her to the car.' My father looked at us skeptically before shaking his head, figuring we were have one of our 'girl' talks, which he always was sure to successfully avoid. 27

Alright, come here and give me a hug butthead.' I gave my dad a quick squeeze, scared to get too close.