“You little whore!” she rages, her hand slicing through the air toward my face, but Snake appears, stepping between us.
“Whoa, what the fuck is going on in here?”
“I want her gone. Now,” I say between labored breaths. “She can’t stay here anymore.”
Snake pinches the bridge of his nose before addressing me. “Where the hell am I supposed to take her?”
“I don’t care. Just get her the hell out of here.”
His gaze cuts to Draco, who I hadn’t noticed looming in the doorway, a bored expression marring his features. “Can you take her to The Sanctuary?”
He scoffs. “Do I look like a fucking chauffeur?”
“Okay, then you can babysit Zilphia until Sandman gets back,” he counters, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“Fucking nursery school,” Draco grumbles, glaring at my mother. “Pack your shit. We leave in five.”
My mother props a hand on her hip. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes, the fuck you are,” Snake tells her, folding his arms across his chest. “The Sanctuary or the streets. Your choice.”
“How can you do this to me?” she sniffles, crocodile tears filling her eyes. “I’m your mother.”
Amazing.Loretta Kensley should’ve been an actress. Draco snorts and spins on his heel, looking none too happy.
“I don’t have a mother.”
She shoots me a look that could cut glass, her mask immediately going from crestfallen to angry. “You’ll regret this.”
I flee to my bedroom, unable to look at her a second longer.
Snake strolls in a beat later, his gaze sweeping over my face. “You good?”
“No,” I answer and start bawling my eyes out. I don’t need to look in the mirror to know I’m ugly crying the ugliest cry ever.
“Fuck.” Snake tunnels a hand through his inky-black strands. “I’m not good at this type of shit. You want me to call Sandman? Hell, he’s no good at this comforting shit either, but maybe he can lay some pipe and make you feel better.”
I shake my head. “I just need to be alone.”
“Aight,” Snake says, already heading out the door. “Shout if you need me.” He might get off on Leah’s tears, but mine don’t seem to matter.
I close the door behind him and perch on the edge of the bed, attempting to organize my thoughts. I have to find out who my father’s lawyer is and help in any way I can. We may not share the same blood, but he’ll always be my dad. Eventually, I do want to find my real father. I have another whole family out there, and I want to know them. Once they learn of my existence, hopefully they’ll want to know me too.
My chest knots with emotion, and a fresh wave of tears spills from my eyes.I need to get out of this house.I’m starting to feel a bit stir-crazy, like my skin is too tight for my body.
I push my swollen feet into my slides and wobble downstairs. Before I can make it out the front door, Snake saunters from the living room with Harley and Mayhem traipsing behind him.
“You know I can’t let you leave. Sandman would chop off my balls if anything happened to you.”
“I’m going for a walk.” I grab my jacket from the foyer closet and slip my arms into the sleeves. “I won’t be gone long.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“No, I’ll be right—”
“Then you stay here.” He shrugs. “You going out alone ain’t happening.”
I sigh. “Fine.”
