Chapter 23

Cirilla's point of view

"What the fuck have you done again, Cirilla?" My mother's enraged voice vibrated against the corner walls of the apartment, and without warning, her hand collided harshly against my cheek, causing my head to snap to the left.

I froze.

Slowly, I pulled my eyes towards her. Her sandy brown eyes were simmering with rage. Was it just me sneaking out without her permission that had her so furious?

Somehow, it didn't seem like that was the only reason.

"Answer me, bloody bastard! Where have you been?" She yelled again, blasting my ears.

I held the cheek where her hand hit me. "I was with my friends. Happy now!" I found myself yelling with similar rage embedded in my gaze.

I walked away from her, but she grabbed me before I could take a couple more steps.

"Friends?" She repeated, her gaze widening as if thinking it was impossible to have some of those. "What the hell have you done?" She asked, this time without yelling. I could see the fear that crossed her fea