My heart is pounding. I’m mortified, obviously. No one expects to walk in on his or her mother having sex. I also never expected to find my mother fucking my boyfriend.
Cody just stands there, his face crestfallen. He wipes his hands over his face and looks like he’s about to cry.
Why does he look so devastated? I’m the one who was cheated on! I should be the one who is devastated. He was fucking my mother! We haven’t even had sex since my dad died! And now… I’m just disgusted.
Things between us had deteriorated over the last year. I was focused on my dad and school. With my mom MIA, all Dad had in the end was me. I should have just broken up with Cody. I’m not in love with him, and I am never going to be. But then he dropped out of school and it just… he would say things like, “I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” and “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” How do you dump a guy who says those things to you and seems so lost? I would have felt like the worst person in the world.
I never in a million years would have imagined this! This—I mean… I never even suspected he was cheating on me… little did I know he was fucking my mother!
“Micky, let’s be adults about this,” my mother says as though all of a sudden, she’s a normal adult.
“Are you kidding me right now?” I look at her with my face all scrunched up. I can’t even meet her gaze right now. “You literally had a guy over here last night! And now you’re fucking my boyfriend on the sofa I sit on every day?” I’m mortified, and yes, I’m yelling. I can’t help it.
I’m gonna vomit. I want to puke! My stomach is churning, and I feel sick. I can’t be here! I can’t.
My eyes dart to Cody, but he just averts his gaze from me. His cheeks burn crimson, and he combs his fingers through his blonde locks.
I look back at my mother and cringe when she winks at Cody. Yeah, I want to vomit. Fiery heat grows inside me as my mother pulls on her clothing. She looks over at me and shakes her head, rolling her eyes at me. She’s looking at me like I’m somehow being immature about this, that somehow, I’m being unreasonable.
Tears sting my eyes as I run to my room. I fling open my closet doors and grab my duffel bag. I don’t fold anything. I’m not even paying attention to what I’m grabbing. I just yank whatever I can off my hangers, shoving them into the bag. I pull open my drawers, takinghandfuls of underwear and bras. I just take whatever I touch until the bag is full. I hoist it over my shoulder and run to my bathroom, throwing everything into my toiletry bag.
I can’t be here anymore! I can’t live in this house and be near this person! I just can’t pretend this behavior is normal. I’m just done!
If my dad were alive, what would he think? Would he be mad at me or Mom? Would he understand?
“Micky!” Cody yells as I walk out of my bedroom, my arms full of shit.
I can’t even look at him. I can’t believe he’s talking to me. Cody reaches for my hand, but I jerk it away. He drops his arm in resignation and frowns.
“I’m so sorry,” he says, his face red. “I…”
I hold up my hand and just dart past him with my bag slung over my shoulder.
“Where are you going?” my mother asks. My brow furrows in confusion at the sound of worry in her tone.
“Away.” I walk to the front door.
“Are you going to come back to cook dinner?”
I stop, unable to believe what she literally just asked me. I turn around and look at her, my brow furrowed. My head is pounding so hard I’m worried I may actuallycollapse!
“Are you insane?” I ask incredulously.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? It’s not like you were married!”
Something breaks inside my head. I drop the duffel and turn to her. “You’re sick! Sick! I don’t even know who you are! What kind of woman fucks her daughter’s boyfriend! I don’t know what is going on with you, but this…” I shake my hand between all of us, “this is fucked up. And I’m done.”
My mother rolls her eyes at me again. Then, I turn my gaze to Cody. “How long has this been going on?”
“I… no! I came here to talk to you.” He walks toward me.
I scoff and pick up my bags. “And you thought fucking my mother would get me in the mood?” He opens his mouth to speak, but I hold up my hand. “I’m done. We are done.”
“Micky!” my mom yells as I walk to the door.
But this time I don’t stop. I don’t respond. I just walk to my car, throw my bags into my trunk and drive away.
Chapter Two
