Chapter 200

A Terrible Mother

I stop breathing. I stop feeling.

It all comes crashing back down when I inhale.

Panic rushes through me. I fumble, my movement stiff and yet fast. I wipe my mouth, adjusting the hem of my nightgown while lifting my strap back to my shoulder.

The room feels like it's closing in, suffocating, too bright, too loud.

My mother starts screaming. Her purse swings through the air, colliding with Jake's bare shoulder.

"Get off my daughter, you sick pervert!" she shrieks, hitting him again, her face red with

rage.

Jake just takes the hit, steps back and keeps his eyes on her.

She only gets closer to him, hitting him over and over again. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Stop!" I cry, jumping off the counter and raising my hands as if I can physically push back her fury.

My voice cracks, but she doesn't stop, doesn't even hear me. She's too far gone, her wide,

frantic eyes darting between me and Jake like she's witnessing a nightmare.

"I need to call the cops," she gasps, her fingers scrambling for her phone. "This is disgusting. He needs to be arrested!"

"No!" The desperation in my voice is raw. "I'm fine. There's no need for that." Her gaze whips back to me, disbelief stretching her features.

"You think this is okay?" she spits.

I shrug. "I wanted this."

"That man is manipulating you, using you." Her voice wavers, but the anger doesn't fade.

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in me snaps, because I can't stand the

to say that," I say, my voice cold and sharp. "You don't get

She flinches.

mother. A bitch. A selfish woman." The words come

can stop them, before I can swallow them down like

right across the face. "I lost my son,

tears streaming down my face. "I lost my father! My

at me, hardening her expression to mask her

you for the past two

"I needed time-"

mean. You blamed me. You drank until you couldn't even look me in the eye, telling me

and I want to hit her across the

of-"

let you use your alcoholism as an excuse. Fuck you. I

You? You only show up when it's convenient, when it makes you

like I'm some deranged stranger. "It would be fine if he cared

and then Zaid is there, his face tight. His gaze flickers between us, taking in my mother's shaking hands, her clenched jaw, the way she still grips her

my hand in his. I

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going on?" he asks, his voice

lips tother. "Um. She caught Jake

my mother finishes for me. "I came here after getting calls and emails from your school about your teacher. I came here to make sure you were okay and I catch

roll my eyes, knowing she's only using that

him as a husband and

then moves. He stands

eyes narrow. "You

doesn't flinch, his

flare. "And you

look at her, just shrugs. "Just because something isn't

mean it's bad."

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