“Harrington, your son is a disgrace.”
Harrington’s voice changed tone. “Ma’am, is
something wrong? Whatever Blake did, I’ll make
it right. Just say the word.”
“I only have one daughter. You know I’d do anything for her.”
“Yes, ma’am, I understand. I can promise you, if Reagan joins our family, I will make sure she is safe and free from any kind of distress.
My mom’s voice was icy. “Your son just let
some skank beat and humiliate my daughter.
How do you think I should handle this?”
Harrington sounded horrified. “WHAT? That
little shit hurt Reagan? That’s unforgivable!
Whatever you want to do with him, go ahead, I
won’t stop you!”
Blake, still on his knees, yelled, “Dad, have you
lost your mind? They’re crazy, you can’t listen
to them!”
“You little punk! If I hadn’t fathered you, I’d be
free to deal with this as I see fit! I would’ve
been a better person without you!” Harrington
bellowed, “You are gonna listen to Mrs. Sterling
or you are a dead son to me!”
Blake started to speak again.
My mom hung up and sneered at him. “Now do
you understand? The clock is ticking!”
“Your father is just saying that to you, not to
me! I’m still his son! He’ll save me! You will
see!
From what I can remember about my father, I
would never be too quick to use his name, not
again.
Sure enough, my mother’s face turned dark and
deadly when she was reminded about my late
father.
I stomped on Blake’s back, shoving his face
into the floor.
“Mom, don’t waste your breath on this idiot. I’ll
take care of them.”
I ordered the guards to drag them away.
Then I turned to my mom, batting my eyelashes.
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“Mom, my face hurts. Can we get it fixed?”
That snapped her out of it. She gently touched
the cuts on my face and took me to the
hospital.
Every top dermatologist and plastic surgeon in the city was waiting. They disinfected my wounds and started planning the best way to make sure I didn’t have a single scar.
Once the plan was set, they all left. It was just
my mom and me.
I leaned against her shoulder, whispering, “Mom, don’t listen to the jerk, Blake.”
My mom’s voice was full of guilt. “Reagan, your
dad did die because of me. Do you hate me?
Did you resent me for making you grow up
without a father?”
I shook my head and hugged her tight. I knew
she had been hurting for years.
