CHAPTER 56: "dude, we're gettin' the band back together" (via video calls)
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"Why the hell are you crying?" my mother exclaimed as she brought me to her, venom rushing through her voice. She held my face in her hands and kissed my forehead as she looked down at me. I knew she would be pissed off at whoever made me cry because she was like that, "what happened? It can't have been that bad."
"It was worst," I croaked out as she brought me inside and took my clothes out of my hands. I just didn't know why he did it. He was always the only man in my life and sure, I prioritised my dad before him and stressed him out, risked the safety of his gang, but I didn't mean to. He should understand it was for him, "i-it was Owen. He broke up with me. Out of the blue—I don't even know why."
I sobbed into my mother's shoulder as she hugged me tightly, shushing me as I continuously cried. My heart ached inside my chest, the feeling familiar when I felt the same feeling just a week ago. It felt like that moment when dad was ripped from my life like before; it wasn't any different.
"Oh, my baby, I'm so sorry," she told me, rubbing my back soothingly as I soaked up the material of her dress with my tears. My fingers shook and every part of my body was numb from any feeling. I felt like I wasn't in the same place as mom and her comfort didn't reach me whatsoever even with how much I tried to grasp for it.
Mom pulled back to examine my face. I watched as her eyes clouded like soot with worry and anger. Her hands cupped my cheeks and attempted to wipe them dry, more tears falling and replacing the wiped ones all over again. She sighed before stroking some stray hairs out of my face to press a firm kiss on my forehead.
"Do you want me to strangle him?" she asked firmly as I quickly shook my head. I saw a small pout on her lips which emitted a small smile on my own face. Quickly, I wiped the remainder of my tears, more falling after as I let out a small sob. Mom brought me to her and stroked my head as she comforted me, "I was only joking. Sort of."
"I don't know why..." I whispered as mom pressed me closer to her, "I-I just...I couldn't believe it—and Ivy—"
"Wait, who?" my mother asked, pulling away for a second to look down at me. She furrowed her brows and stared at me in confusion, "who's Ivy, love?"
"S-Some girl that Owen used to have a thing with. She basically told me to get out of his house because I was causing a scene like what a fucking bitch." I didn't even care that I was cursing in front of my mother because as much as my heart clenched, it clenched in sudden anger. It coursed through me as quickly as the sugar gets to Jaxon after one too many sweets, "i-it was awful, mom. She didn't even know me personally and yet she attacked me like some vicious dog."
It was quiet for a minute and I could hear the gears turning in my mother's head. She was deep in thought, rubbing my back as she stared blankly at the wall in front of us. I sniffled a few times, drying my tears as everything now felt numb. I felt my mother pull back before looking down at me.
"I know what you're thinking, mother dearest and you can't just go over there and hurt her. Do you want us to get kicked out of here? Please, mom, just let it go for now. Don't go over there and hurt anyone, okay?" she only stared down at me with a storm flashing through her eyes. I know she wanted to go over there and put Ivy in her place, but it wasn't safe for us to go back home. We have to stay where we're protected until all of this is resolved, "mom, I mean it."
I gave her a pointed look and she sighs, heaving out a breath in frustration. I would rather not let my mother hurt herself in the process of killing someone and to be honest, what she was saying wasn't just to make me feel better. I knew my mother and if she was going to stand up for herself or me, she would.
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