Rebecca makes no move towards stopping me which tells me everything I need to know.
Marching my way back there, I follow the sounds of faint giggling and a low voice.
I swing open the door labeledKevin Johnson, stopping dead in my tracks at the sight inside.
I wish I could say I was surprised.
I wish I could say that I never saw it coming or it was the first time ever catching my own mother with another man's head between her legs. But, unfortunately, I can’t.
Unfortunately, she no longer can surprise me.
“Oh my God! Noah!” she gasps, quickly squeezing her legs together.
“Ouch!” Kevin winces, being suffocated by her thighs.
I slam the door and head for the exit.
Fuck this.
I need to tell Brad. I need to let him know. I can’t believe she’d do this to him.
Before I get to the car, I feel a firm grasp around my arm pulling me back.
“Woah there, where are you heading so fast?” Kevin pants, pushing me against the car.
I wince, but shove him back. He’s bigger than me. But not bigger than Brad, which means I’ve got a chance.
I’ve taken Brad down more than once, I bet I can take him too.
“You knowexactlywhere I’m going.” I shove him back.
“I don’t think you are,” he says, voice low and calm. “Because you're smarter than that. You're not about to torch your whole life just to play the hero, right?”
“He deserves to know.” I attempt to push him off of me, but it’s no use.
He grabs at my arms, pinning them to my sides.
Kevin tilts his head, like he’s watching something crawl. “And what about your mom, huh? You sure you want to open that door, Noah? What do you think the truth's gonna do to her?”
My breath catches. Time freezes. “What?” I swallow thickly. How could he know about that?
He leans in closer, lips near my ear. “Oh, you think I didn’t know? I’ve seen the way you look at each other. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. But after I followed you both the other night at the fair, it all made sense.” His lip twitches into a wicked smile.
“You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.” I squirm to try and release myself.
“Hell of a betrayal, don’t you think?” His smirk twists cruel. “Fucking your mom’s fiancé while she’s at home raising his kid?”
My skin goes cold.
“You know what? Telling her and all his friends might actually be fun. Maybe he'll be a coward and run away—just like your daddy did.”
I don’t think. I just swing. My fist cracks against his cheekbone, pain shooting through my knuckles. I’ve never been in a real fight before, but for him, I’d do it. Again and again.
Kevin snaps his fist back, aiming for me. I dodge, but his other hand comes down fast, clipping my lip.
The sting rips through my jaw, but I don’t hesitate—I swing again, this time connecting square with his chin.
He stumbles, shock flashing across his face. Hell, it shocks me too.
