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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because I can't stand the emotions in her

cold and sharp. "You don't get to pretend to care

She flinches.

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

can stop them, before I can swallow them down

across

down my face. "I lost my

can't breathe. Mother just stares at me, hardening her expression to mask her emotions

you for the past

"I needed time-"

me in the eye, telling me I was the reason they died. Telling me you

and I want to hit her across the face.

of-"

won't let you use your alcoholism as an excuse. Fuck you. I don't need

He's been here. He's been constant. You? You only show up when it's convenient, when it makes you feel

changes and she once again looks at me like I'm some deranged stranger. "It would be fine if he cared

tight. His gaze flickers between us, taking in my mother's shaking hands, her clenched jaw, the

taking my hand in his. I breathe out a

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going on?" he asks, his voice

tother. "Um. She caught

came here after getting calls and emails from your school about your teacher. I came here to make sure you were okay and

that word to get to me. I'd be surprised

him as a

exhales sharply, then moves. He stands between me and my

eyes narrow. "You

flinch, his eyes on me.

nostrils flare. "And you think this

her, just shrugs.

mean it's bad."

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