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Chapter 22

"What are you doing here, Mom?" The words came out venomously. I had never planned on seeing this monster ever again, but here she was standing before Harry and I. Her wicked smile was coated in red lipstick, and her cheeks were flushed pink; probably from the crisp air blowing about outside. I repeated the question again, a little more demanding this time. Her lips parted slowly as if she was about to speak, but they closed again within seconds. My first reaction was to slam the door in her face, but her hand shot up to stop it before I could. "What the fuck do you want?" I rephrased my previous inquiry.

"Don't speak to me with such vulgar language." She folded her arms over her stomach.

I snorted, "I can speak to you any damn way I please." I blankly stared over at her, my face was growing ten times hotter than it's ever been before. Who did she think she was to just flaunt in here, and tell me what I can and cannot do?

"I'm still your mother, and I demand to be treated with respect." She took her gaze away from me and over to Harry.

"And I demand for you to get the hell out, but looks like w-"

"Please come in," I was cut off by Harry. She smiled over at him as she sauntered further into the flat, she examined her surroundings. I sent death glares to him and he just shrugged his shoulders, as I slowly closed the front door.

I refused to have this encounter with her, so as she took a seat on the sofa, I found myself stomping up the staircase. "Excuse me a minute," I heard Harry tell her before I could hear his feet pattering against the ground, chasing after me.

"What the hell did you do that for?" I whisper-shouted as he tugged on my arm, spinning me around.

"Go down there and talk to her," he hooked his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me closer to him. "Please?" He kissed the crook of my neck.

I moaned slightly as his lips maneuvered down my neck, "Harry, no." I pushed him away, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. He knows I can't say no to him when sexually aroused, so he was going to try and seduce me into talking to her.

"Please, just listen to what she has to say?" He rubbed the back of his head before crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, I refuse to talk to the murderer sitting on your couch." I huffed, turning on my heels and storming into his room.

"Tatum, can I come in?" A strong Irish accent sounded through the door. The door swung open before I could even reply, presenting a blue eyed, blonde hair boy.

"Niall, I'm not going down there to talk to her, no matter what you say." I picked at my nails, not once meeting his eye contact.

"And I'm not saying ya' have to. Look, I don't know what's going on with ya' mum and ya', but it's obvious something went down. Maybe ya' should get her side of the story, you'll never know it might just surprise ya'." And with a reassuring touch of the shoulder, he disappeared from the room.

I bit my lip in anticipation. Nothing that woman could ever say could justify her actions. I would never be able to forgive her for the wrongful doing. But I wasn't going to leave her downstairs alone with my boyfriend either, who knows she might like them young and Harry's had a past with older women. As I over thought everything as usual, I jumped up from the bed and raced down the staircase.

She sat with her legs crossed, with her hands pulling at the dress that just barely reached her knees. Her lips were pursed and her brown hair flowed passed her large breast. I'll never understand how this lady conceived me, we looked nothing alike. Our eye color was definitely the only thing we had in common.