Temptress

27|My Comforter

Sereia's POV

"Do you know what you just did?" I shouted at my useless excuse of a mother. "Do you know who that man was?"

"No, but he looks rich," she smiled. "Mommy is proud of you."

I'm so angry at her.

She would always come back to me like everything was fine.

"That's my boss, mom," I told her. "You just admitted to my boss that I take drugs!"

She flinched from my shouting.

It's so hard to stay mad at her because she just always looks so innocent.

"Please, just leave," I begged. "I'll give you whatever money you need."

"I'm not going," she said. "Not until your father passes on."

"He's fine," I bitterly spat. "Now go."

"Sereia, your father has liver failure and his organs are shutting down."

What? He was fine when I left.

"I don't want to hear your lies," I told her. "I'll rather hear that from a doctor than a crackhead."

"The doctors will say the same thing," she frowned.

I looked at all those specialized machines attached to my father.

"Baby Sereia," she called me. "Mommy isn't going anywhere. I've already missed one funeral, I'm not missing this one too."

"Stop speaking to me like a child," I held back my tears.

"But you are one," she said. "You are my child."

I couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't stand her.

I walked out of the room and headed down the hallway.

When I turned the corner, I could see at least ten hookers surrounding Elliot.

I don't know why, but they loved it here.

Feeding off of grieving family members was their passion.

"Move on," I announced with gritted teeth.

Anyone in this area could tell that Elliot had money.

From his extravagant pantsuit to the way how he styled his dark hair.

He's just a sitting target.

"Now," I said and they continued on their way.

He stood up and walked to me. "Thanks for the save."

I looked down. "Look Elliot, about what my mother said earlier-"

He shook his head. "We'll talk about that later. Are you okay?"

I watched him silently.

I'm supposed to be angry at him, but he keeps being considerate.

Now is a good time for him the be the asshole that people describe him as.

I need him to give me something that will make me hate him.

I need to remember that he is the person who willingly married Olivia.

"I'm fine."

"And your father?"

"He's dying so not fine," I said bluntly.

I'm so upset. He's drank himself to death.

Elliot's eyes investigated mine like they were the damn police, so I looked down.