The evil mother

“How much did Jake Rylland pay you to do his dirty work?”

The woman laughed, leaned down and slapped me. Sharp pain assaulted me and I was almost certain the marks of her long fingers were visible on my face. My eyes narrowed as I stared up at her. She was smiling and shaking her head slightly. “Don’t be disrespectful.”

The woman walked to the end of the room, picked up a chair and came to sit in front of me. “We can now talk.”

Amy was still crying so I turned to her. “Don’t worry, Amy. We shall get out of here soon.”

“That lady-.”

“Shut up, little girl.” The woman yelled at her.

“She’s just a little girl. Why did you have to involve her in this? I’m the only person you should be punishing.”

“My son has tried to punish you, but that hasn’t worked so far.”

I knew I’d seen her before. I remembered scrolling through Jake’s family photos and seeing her face. “So he called you to come and help. Had no idea he was such a mama’s boy. Where have you been through? I stalked him for a while but