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My mom and Matteo jolted out from the rubbish they were doing, trying to hide their nakedness from me.
"Abbie, why are you here?!" my mom scolded, pushing up the mattress to cover her breasts.
I couldn't answer. I could only run.
Daisy, who saw me running out from the hall like I was being chased, tried to stop me, but I didn't stop.
The scene of watching my mom get grilled by a married man made my chest ache. And it ached even more knowing the man in question is Daisy's dad.
My mom is friends with Stella. She always comes by our house every weekend to chat with my mom.
How... how can Mom be having an affair with her friend's husband?
Matteo is cheating on Stella... and my mom is Miss K.
It felt like my head was about to fall off.
Now I understand why Matteo always looks at my mom the way he does, and why my mom always smiles happily at him.
They were having an affair.
Since when did all this begin? Was it when my mom would often say she couldn't come home? Or was it when she always traveled out of California, saying she has a business meeting?
When did it all start?!
The question yelled itself inside my brain. I was starting to run out of breath, so I halted my feet to catch up with the breath I had lost.
By now, I was already far away from the party ground. As I breathed in the air, my mom's car screeched in front of me.
She got out of the car, but I couldn't even look at her. She irritated me. I always thought so highly of her. Who would've guessed she was a mistress? She called Lara a slut when she was the bigger slut.
"Get inside the car, we need to talk," she said.
"Talk about what?" I asked, letting my tears touch my cheeks. I was really disappointed in her. "You want to talk about how I caught you having sex with a married man?" I asked.
"Abbie!" she shouted.
"Don't Abbie me, Mom." Despite how angry I was, I couldn't even raise my voice at her. I was scared of her. And my biggest wish is finding someone who would turn me into that girl who wouldn't be so terrified of her mom.
"Matteo is Stella's husband," I continued in tears. "Stella is your friend. How... how can you be having an affair with your friend's husband?"
"He's the man I've always wanted," she said, without a trace of remorse. "Unlike your dad, who… just survives."
"If my dad is a disappointment, why did you marry him?" I choked out, tears blurring my vision.
"I was stupid. I thought love was enough, but it won't put food on your table, Abbie. I learned the hard way, and that's why I didn't hesitate to divorce your stupid dad," she said without blinking an eye.
"How... how long have you been in this affair with Matteo?" I whimpered, my voice small against the magnitude of betrayal.
My mom hesitated. "Before I divorced your dad."
I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as I stumbled backward unknowingly. She was cheating on my dad even before the divorce was finalized.
I lifted my eyes to look at the woman before me. I... I just couldn't believe she was capable of doing something like this. This all explains why she happily divorced my dad and why she had asked me to be friends with Daisy, and why she became friends with Stella. It was to prevent her from becoming suspicious.
"Now that you know the truth, I hope you don't say a word to Daisy or Stella. Pretend as if you didn't see anything today. Do I make myself clear?" she commanded, her voice sharp and controlling.
"You're a disappointment, Mom," I let out the words before I could control my tongue.
"What did you say to me?" she asked, stunned.
"You're a disappointment," I repeated in a low voice, wishing I could just snap at her. "You always judge other people, but you're much worse than them… a slut covered in expensive clothes."
Her hand rose and landed a searing slap across my cheek. I touched my cheek, my tears flowing even more.
"I don't want to see your face right now. Go home and don't show your face to me until tomorrow!" she snapped.
She was the one in the wrong here, but I was the one who was being punished. I brought my hand down from my cheek. If only I could raise my voice at her, I would have gladly done so.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get to see my face when you wake up," I wiped my tears.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she frowned, but I walked past her, ignoring her as she called my name.
I dragged my feet until I arrived home. The house felt suffocating to live in, knowing what my mom had done.
She had risen to power because she was having an affair with a married man, and yet she mocked my dad, who worked so hard for the little he had.
My phone began to ring. Daisy was calling me, she must be worried because of how I ran out of the hall. But I was too scared to answer her call. What was I going to tell her? That my mom is having an affair with her dad?
It's going to break her, especially Stella, because she loved Matteo so much.
When her calls kept coming, I switched off my phone and sat on the bed, thinking of what to do… until my eyes drifted to the calendar pinned above my study table, the days before college circled in red.
Forty-five days.
I have a habit of crossing out the days before an actual event. And right now, I have only forty-five days before college begins... before I adventure into the world my mom had created for me.
No matter what I have found out about her, I still won't be able to go against her. I was under her control.
But I could run away and spend the forty-five days left before college, doing what I want.
I got up from the bed and hurriedly packed my clothes into my yellow luggage. When I was done packing, I quickly left the house.
My dad lives in Yuma, Arizona. I'll stay with him.
Forty-five days will all be mine.
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I stood ten feet away from Ruby and Demon... yes, Demon. That's what I chose to call him. He's a demon who has taken human form just to cause havoc among humans. My eyes lingered on him as I watched Ruby talk to him. I didn't bother to listen to what she was saying because she was speaking French.I don't like him one bit, but I couldn't move my eyes away from him. I just couldn't explain why, but one thing I'm sure of is that I don't like him.I was just distracted earlier because he helped me lift my luggage from the porthole and because he smelled really nice... like smoky amber.To hell with his thick, dangerous eyebrows, his straight, perfect nose, his sharp planes of his jawline, his messy chaos of jet-black hair… and those lips. Those damnably thin, kissable lips.Wait... did I just say he has kissable lips? How the hell was I able to detect all his facial features in just a few minutes?Snapped out of it, Abigail Summers! I scolded myself silently, my pulse jumping
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I waited outside Ruby's apartment just like she had asked me to. There were other old-looking apartments next to Ruby's.Groups of boys and girls sat outside, gathered in small circles. Smoke curled into the air around them as they laughed loudly, sniffed cocaine, and listened to a French song blasting from someone's speaker."Ruby's family?" one of them asked suddenly. His French accent twisted the words badly, but I understood him.I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, praying that they wouldn't come after me.Every single one of them looked dangerous.Tattoos crawled across their necks, arms, and faces like dark vines. It almost seemed like having ink all over your body was a requirement to live in this neighborhood.If they weren't speaking French, or if I hadn't taken the plane that brought me to Paris, I would've doubted this was Paris.Paris was supposed to be a city of love, not for thugs. Anyway... Ruby had earlier mentioned that this neighborhood was far from b
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀"Abbie!" I heard Ruby calling my name.I tore my gaze away from the stranger and turned, blinking against the sudden sunlight, to see her approaching. It took me a few heartbeats before I recognized her. It had been eight years since I last saw her, but somehow… she hadn't changed much.I wasn't surprised to see the way she was dressed. Ruby had always been that way. She loved wearing sleeveless shirts and shorts.What had changed were the little tattoos etched across her arms. Ruby had never had tattoos before. And her hair… her blonde hair now cascaded longer than I remembered."Abbie," she laughed, her voice like a warm spark in my chest, and she pulled me into a hug that felt like home.She smelled like cigarettes, but I still hugged her. Ruby never hid the fact that she smoked, and that was one of the biggest reasons why she and Mom never got along. But at least, a smoker was better than someone who was having an affair with someone's husband.She pulled back slightly,
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My dad boarded me on the late flight to Paris, which meant I would land there tomorrow morning.He didn't hug me before I left. He didn't say much either. Just a stiff nod and a quiet, "Call me when you arrive."Before I left, Dad had informed Ruby that I was coming, and to my almost disbelief, she sounded… happy. Genuinely happy to have me in her home.That surprised me.Ruby and my mom were never close. Close was too kind. They were enemies. Ruby was Dad’s younger sister, and from the very beginning, Mom made sure there was always a wall between them.It wasn't Ruby's fault. It never was.Mom was always the one who condemned and insulted her, all because Ruby chose to live loudly, freely and vibrantly.The last time I saw Ruby, I was ten.I still remember that day clearly. Mom had mocked her relentlessly just because she chose to marry a French man who owned a small barbershop. Mom called it "low class."Mom didn't attend the wedding.And she made sure I didn't either.Af
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀The ride to Yuma, Arizona, felt much longer than I expected. Every mile stretched endlessly, like the road itself was trying to test my resolve. This would be the first time I'd see Dad since he and Mom separated.I had always desperately wanted to visit him, even if it was just for a day. Just a few hours in his presence would have been enough. But Mom always condemned the idea, saying my dad would be of no use to me.Before the divorce, before the ugly separation, Dad had been the better parent. Mom was barely home. It was Dad who took care of me, Dad who showed up.When I was seven and got terribly sick, almost at the brink of death... it was Dad who stayed by my side.Mom barely visited me in the hospital. She always claimed to be busy, and whenever she did drop by, she would scold me that if I wanted to be successful, I shouldn't let a minor illness weigh me down.It wasn't even a minor sickness. It was pneumonia, something that could have killed me. But Mom never care
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My mom and Matteo jolted out from the rubbish they were doing, trying to hide their nakedness from me."Abbie, why are you here?!" my mom scolded, pushing up the mattress to cover her breasts.I couldn't answer. I could only run.Daisy, who saw me running out from the hall like I was being chased, tried to stop me, but I didn't stop.The scene of watching my mom get grilled by a married man made my chest ache. And it ached even more knowing the man in question is Daisy's dad.My mom is friends with Stella. She always comes by our house every weekend to chat with my mom.How... how can Mom be having an affair with her friend's husband?Matteo is cheating on Stella... and my mom is Miss K. It felt like my head was about to fall off.Now I understand why Matteo always looks at my mom the way he does, and why my mom always smiles happily at him.They were having an affair.Since when did all this begin? Was it when my mom would often say she couldn't come home? Or was it when







