Page 45 of Kid
“God’s fair. Karma doesn’t give a fuck.”
Her chin fell but not before I saw fear dance through her eyes. My mother had gone after the man I was falling in love with, the man who was putting himself in danger to save her grandson.
“You’re now responsible to foot the bill for the repairs on his hellcat.” I told her.
“I didn’t admit to doing it.”
“You don’t have to.” I snapped. “I know when you’re lying and right now—you’re lying. I’ll talk to Kid and get you some time to make the right decision. After that, you’re on your own.”
I knew my mother was out of control, but I never once thought she would sacrifice to put me in pain. As I left my mother shouted after me. Her voice grated on my nerves, reminding me how big of a fool I had been.
All my life, I had honoured my mother. Even after she broke my heart in a million different ways she’d be surely damned for. I stuck around and did what any good daughter would have—I turned the other cheek.
Now, she’d gone too far.
She’d crossed a line and I didn’t know if I could forgive her.
Although the old me would have stopped and tried helping her out of the mess she’d cornered herself in, the new me didn’t care.
I was tired of her using the fact she was my mother to do messed up things to the people I cared about. She carried out her actions then threw the title of mother in my face to make me help her stopping them from retaliating.
As close as we were, Chelsea didn’t talk to my mother. Chelsea didn’t even want to be in the same room as my mother. After just meeting, my mother tried bringing Chelsea down by spreading a rumor about her loyalty to her boyfriend through the wealthy community.
The guy’s family forced him to break up with Chelsea, leaving her sad and crying for days on end.
When it came out, my mother had done it, Chelsea went for the jugular.
“Please, she’s my mom.” I had pleaded with Chelsea.
“Fine.” Chelsea glared at my mother over my shoulder then stepped around me to shove her into a wall. “But I never want to see your face again. If she you for me one more time, I will put my friendship with Nella aside and nail your ass to a wall—got it?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat as Sean made an appearance by my side. His presence startled me, but I managed to offer him a smile.
He was one of the friends that came with the Arrowood boys. He held out his hand.
“What?”
“Keys.” He smiled.
“Sean—you don’t have to drive me around.” I laughed softly. “The boys want you to watch my back, I’m not going to use you as a chauffer too.”
“You’re not using me.” Sean arched a brow. “Now, keys.”
“Where’s your car?”
Sean shrugged. “I took the train then walked over.”
“Boy!” I exclaimed. “You walked all the way here for Paulson?”
Sean nodded. “Now, leave it alone. Keys.”
I chuckled and dropped them in his palm.
“Your mother is something.” Sean told me, climbing into the car behind the wheel.
I sighed. “You heard all that?”
“Kind of hard not to. She wasn’t very quiet, and the walls may not have ears, but the windows are open.” Sean pressed his lips into a thin line. “She’s something.”
