I Don't Trust You... (JR) BOOK 1

Chapter 22

Zoe's POV:

~~Flashback~~

I walk away from my mother, ignoring the small growl she makes as she follows me into the bar room. Yes. A bar room. Which is connected to her precious living room.

Mom was all about redecorating. She always had the marble stoned floors to strictly be covered with a light pink velvet rug and to be matched with the light pink sofa. The table had to be a pure white and hold a single, one of kind, marble lamp. Which, no one ever uses.

There were marble stoned stares that lead up to the bar room, that held all kinds of alcohol behind the desk. I walk up those stares and sit in one of the chairs as mother follows and starts to walk back and forth in front of me. I just sit there and watch her.

"You know, Zoe. I don't know what else to do with you." She says, still pacing.

"Then don't do anything." I mumble, rolling my eyes. She stops and looks- no, glares at me.

She points a perfectly manicured nail at me. "Listen to me, Zoe. I won't hesitate to put you back in your training!"

I don't say anything. I just keep my face emotionless and stare at her. As a 12 year old, I knew not to talk back to her, or Father. For I knew that the "training" she would give me was far worse than any torture.

She gives me one more glare and sighs like she's irritated by my presence. "I just don't know where I went wrong with you. I mean, you get kicked out of school-"

I look sharply at her and glare. "That's a lie."

She pauses, then looks at me with cold eyes. I stand my ground as she takes a dangerous step towards me.

"This is what I'm talking about. You talk back, you get kicked out of school, you fool around with boys-"

I cut her off again, this time standing out of my chair. "That's a lie!"

Her face instantly goes free of any emotion, but her eyes scream deadly. She slowly walks toward me until she's standing in front of me, face to face.

"What did you say to me?" She asks dangerously low. But too bad for her, I'm not scared. I stand up straighter and I look her dead in the eye.

"That. Is. A. Lie." I say just as deadly.

SLAP!

My head snaps to the right as she brings her hand down on my left cheek. I take a deep breath, then look back at her. She slaps me again, this one harder and bringing tears to my eyes. But, I push them back and look back at her, my face still emotionless and my eyes looking at her with hatred.

She stares at me, her eyes wide. Then, she laughs. I just stand there, glaring at her as she starts to laugh like a mad woman. When she's done, she gives me a crazy smile and clasps her hands together.

"You love it, don't you? You love to make me hit you!" She yells in my face.

I don't say anything. Just stare at this blonde haired woman in front of me. She stares back, fake tears falling and she pretends to act weak and helpless. Fake sobs escape her lips and she turns her back in me, walks a few steps forward and puts her hand on the circular mirror, hanging from the wall.

She's acting. I know she is. It's what she does. What she lives for. She is the little Hollywood star, after all. But, lets face it: you're too old now.