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

I say, my voice cold and

She flinches.

A selfish woman." The words come rushing

before I can swallow them down like

right across the face. "I

down my

her

you for the

"I needed time-"

I scream. "You weren't just distant, you were mean. You blamed me. You drank until you couldn't even look me in the eye, telling me I was the reason they died. Telling me you

to hit her across the face. "I don't

of-"

let you use your alcoholism as an

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

changes and she once again looks at me like I'm some deranged stranger. "It would be fine if he cared for you as a father figure,

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

in his. I breathe

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going on?" he asks, his voice

tother. "Um. She caught

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 her fucking my

my eyes, knowing she's only using that word to get to me. I'd

a husband and not just

He

eyes narrow. "You knew

flinch, his eyes on

nostrils flare. "And you think

her, just shrugs.

mean it's bad."

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