A second chance

Seizure

Y/n's pov:

The day went well so far and you were currently packing your bag for the meeting later. You looked forward to it although it would be about finances. Your least favorite topic but it was important for the company. You made your final check to see if everything was in your bag when your office door opened with a loud bang. Confused you looked up and were ready to yell at everyone that dared to storm into your office like that without even knocking first but you were so surprised to see her here that your brain couldn't cope with it for a moment. There was anger and disappointment written all over her face. 

After you snapped out of your brain freeze you said: "How did you get past the security?"

Of course, she completely ignored your question as she pushed her hair back with her hand. Her nails were painted red and her haircut hadn't changed over the years but you could see that time had nagged on her. Wrinkles were on her face and the first gray hairs were visible in her otherwise blonde hair.

"Is that how you treat your mother?" She asked and the angry tone in her voice immediately made you feel like you were a child again.

A little earlier:

Dami's pov:

She was working on correcting on af the files when the elevator door suddenly opened. A little surprised she looked up. Dami was sure that Y/n didn't have an appointment before her meeting. The elderly woman completely ignored her as she walked straight to Y/n's office.

"Ma'am, you can't just walk in there." Dami tried to hinder the woman but she didn't listen. "Ma'am!"

The secretary stood up and followed her to prevent her from getting to Y/n's office but the woman already burst through the door like she owned the place.

"How did you get past security?" Dami heard Y/n ask and she couldn't unhear the fear in her voice.

"Is that how you treat your mother?" The woman replied.

When Dami stepped through the door she noticed how pale Y/n's face was. The boss looked shocked. For a moment, nobody moved or said anything until Y/n's mother cleared her throat.

"I need your help." She said. "My daughter betrayed me and drags me to court in a few weeks. I hoped that you could help me finance a good lawyer."

Her voice was sweet as honey but Dami knew that it was fake. Y/n didn't react. The boss was just too stunned to speak.

"I'm sorry Miss but you need to leave." Dami wanted to interfere but before she could grab the woman's arm to guide her out of the office, Y/n hindered her.

"It's okay. I will deal with her." Y/n said with a strong voice.

It seemed that the boss got her confidence back. Y/n slowly stood up and straightened her clothes.

"And why would I help you?" Y/n asked.

"Because I'm your mother." The older woman was outraged.

"Mother? You are no mother because a loving mother doesn't hit her children black and blue. A real mother doesn't make her children work until they are no longer able to enjoy their childhood. You-" Y/n got interrupted by her stepmother.

"You got it all wrong. I only wanted-" The woman started but this time Y/n cut her off.

"I was not finished. You seriously ask for my help after you tortured me? You kicked me out of the house immediately after I had the worst accident. You treated me like trash and made me do all your chores. You were never my mother. My mom died in a car crash when I was three. After that, I had to live with a monster every day of my youth. It almost broke me but I'm still standing. I'm still here." Y/n's voice got louder with every sentence. "You have the audacity to show up after all you pushed me through but you didn't even think once about an apology. Not a single sign of remorse."