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anything about me, Andrew.”
“I know you should have more respect for yourself than to dance around like a desperate college girl when you have two kids at home who call you Mommy.”
Her eyes tightened, and I saw tears well up as she bit her lip to stop from crying. “I’m a grown woman, and I can do whatever the hell I want to.” Her breathing went shallow. “And I’m not their mother, you asshole!”
Chapter 8
Do You Want to Know a Secret
Her words hit the ground in front of me like they were made of lead.
The air was oppressive, and I was having trouble breathing. She was shaking, her fists clenched and her face bright red. My hand was still rubbing my jaw, which appeared to have taken its rightful place on the bar floor.
“I’m their damn godmother,” she said. “So you can go to hell.”
“Godmother.” It was all that would come out of my mouth. Then, “I can’t even believe you would keep that from me.” I dropped my hand to my side and frowned. “You were wrong for that.” Pulling the Hyundai keys out of my pocket, I looked at the small group that had assembled around us. “You all knew?”
My angry gaze landed on Xander, who had his arm wrapped protectively around my sister, and my jaw lowered again.
“ Cece ? Xander, are you screwing my sister ?”
Cece narrowed her eyes and stomped over to me, then pushed against my chest. “Maybe if you weren’t such a selfish prick, you’d have figured it all out by now.”
“I lived with you for two weeks!” I yelled.
She took a step back, and Xander lunged forward to grab her waist.
“And you,” I said to him. “You knew all along about everything ? Because nobody bothered to let me know. Even though I’m the one person who should have.” I looked each one of them in the eye. “I’m leaving. Screw all of you.”
Xander reached for my arm, and I pushed him away so hard he almost lost his balance.
“Don’t touch me,” I said. “You’re lucky I don’t rip your fucking head off for pulling this shit on me.”
He crossed his arms. “Since when have you cared?”
I ran my hand over my face, trying to keep it together. “Since now.”
I tossed the Hyundai keys into the air, and they clanked to the bar counter as I barreled through the doors and into the night. Looking left and right, I stumbled to the street, searching for a cab to take me home.
I didn’t even hear her come back. I went straight to my apartment and started throwing all my shit into my suitcase. Once again, I was reminded just how little I had. But this time I also realized I had nowhere to go.
No Cece. No Xander. No parents. No Gwen.
I got into the shower to try to organize my thoughts, but they were flipping through my brain too fast for me to form a cohesive plan. I could stay in a hotel for a few days. I could sleep in a cardboard box on the side of the road. Whatever. I was getting out of there.
How could Gwen have omitted that piece of information? It made so much sense now. She’d told me almost nothing about their family when she hired me.
I heard the shuffle of curtain rings and winced when Gwen pulled the plastic back and cold air hit my ass.
“Seriously, you have got to learn to knock,” I said.
“We need to talk.”
“Now? You want to talk now ?” I laughed while I rinsed the remainder of the soap off my body. It had been a fantasy, Gwen and me in the shower. But now all I could see was a liar, and I wanted her out of the apartment so I could leave without incident. “I’m done talking, Gwen. You should have told me sooner. You should have explained what the hell happened to those kids. It’s completely unfair to ask someone to come into the middle of . . . whatever this is . . . and take care of a family that isn’t a real family.”
“We are family!” She crossed her arms over her chest, and her eyes searched my face to see if I was listening.
I wasn’t.
“Let me explain, okay?”
“I know you should have more respect for yourself than to dance around like a desperate college girl when you have two kids at home who call you Mommy.”
Her eyes tightened, and I saw tears well up as she bit her lip to stop from crying. “I’m a grown woman, and I can do whatever the hell I want to.” Her breathing went shallow. “And I’m not their mother, you asshole!”
Chapter 8
Do You Want to Know a Secret
Her words hit the ground in front of me like they were made of lead.
The air was oppressive, and I was having trouble breathing. She was shaking, her fists clenched and her face bright red. My hand was still rubbing my jaw, which appeared to have taken its rightful place on the bar floor.
“I’m their damn godmother,” she said. “So you can go to hell.”
“Godmother.” It was all that would come out of my mouth. Then, “I can’t even believe you would keep that from me.” I dropped my hand to my side and frowned. “You were wrong for that.” Pulling the Hyundai keys out of my pocket, I looked at the small group that had assembled around us. “You all knew?”
My angry gaze landed on Xander, who had his arm wrapped protectively around my sister, and my jaw lowered again.
“ Cece ? Xander, are you screwing my sister ?”
Cece narrowed her eyes and stomped over to me, then pushed against my chest. “Maybe if you weren’t such a selfish prick, you’d have figured it all out by now.”
“I lived with you for two weeks!” I yelled.
She took a step back, and Xander lunged forward to grab her waist.
“And you,” I said to him. “You knew all along about everything ? Because nobody bothered to let me know. Even though I’m the one person who should have.” I looked each one of them in the eye. “I’m leaving. Screw all of you.”
Xander reached for my arm, and I pushed him away so hard he almost lost his balance.
“Don’t touch me,” I said. “You’re lucky I don’t rip your fucking head off for pulling this shit on me.”
He crossed his arms. “Since when have you cared?”
I ran my hand over my face, trying to keep it together. “Since now.”
I tossed the Hyundai keys into the air, and they clanked to the bar counter as I barreled through the doors and into the night. Looking left and right, I stumbled to the street, searching for a cab to take me home.
I didn’t even hear her come back. I went straight to my apartment and started throwing all my shit into my suitcase. Once again, I was reminded just how little I had. But this time I also realized I had nowhere to go.
No Cece. No Xander. No parents. No Gwen.
I got into the shower to try to organize my thoughts, but they were flipping through my brain too fast for me to form a cohesive plan. I could stay in a hotel for a few days. I could sleep in a cardboard box on the side of the road. Whatever. I was getting out of there.
How could Gwen have omitted that piece of information? It made so much sense now. She’d told me almost nothing about their family when she hired me.
I heard the shuffle of curtain rings and winced when Gwen pulled the plastic back and cold air hit my ass.
“Seriously, you have got to learn to knock,” I said.
“We need to talk.”
“Now? You want to talk now ?” I laughed while I rinsed the remainder of the soap off my body. It had been a fantasy, Gwen and me in the shower. But now all I could see was a liar, and I wanted her out of the apartment so I could leave without incident. “I’m done talking, Gwen. You should have told me sooner. You should have explained what the hell happened to those kids. It’s completely unfair to ask someone to come into the middle of . . . whatever this is . . . and take care of a family that isn’t a real family.”
“We are family!” She crossed her arms over her chest, and her eyes searched my face to see if I was listening.
I wasn’t.
“Let me explain, okay?”
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