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She sighs, dropping her fake file and leveling me a look. “I just wanted to let you know I’m thinkin’ about comin’ home.”
I shake my head before she can even finish her sentence. “No. No, you can’t.”
She scowls at me. “Why not? I don’t think I have to listen to you on whether or not I want to come back to my own house or not.”
“Because, you essentially moved out when you left with Jed. You’re not coming back. I’m not going to deal with your bullshit any longer. As far as I’m concerned, the last time I saw you what our final goodbye.”
Her gazes off into the distance, trying to remember our last conversation. For all I know, she could’ve been drunk when we were talking. Or she could’ve gotten so trashed after our discussion that the whole day is a blackout.
Her eyes widen as the memory comes back. Glancing down at my stomach, she says, “You must have followed my suggestion then and had that problem taken care of.”
Anger fills me and my eyes grow blurry with annoyance. This woman is really something else. The worst mother and grandmother in the history of parental figures. The fact that she tells me my own child is a mistake is enough to show me the piece of shit she really is.
“Actually, I didn’t.” I grit through my teeth.
“Oh, really?" Her eyes go wide, "I thought something looked a little different about you now that you say that. You’ve put on a few pounds.” Her hands widen around my stomach, and my ears flame in embarrassment.
“I think that’s enough.” Jackson growls from beside me, grabbing onto my hand.
I remember why we’re outside in the first place. “I’m sorry, but you can’t come back. Now, we really have to get going. It was nice seeing you.” I turn to leave, but she’s not done ruining my day yet, apparently.
“Where is the little kid? It isn’t with you. Did you give it up for adoption?”
“No.” I seethe. My hands fist at my side. She’s really going to act like she cares? Like she really wants to know? She wants the attention on her right now, and she’ll do anything to get it.
“Well, can I see the little fella? Or is it a girl? What’s its name? You know, I’m kind of actually excited. I’m a grandma now!” Her excitement screams fake and I want nothing to do with it.
I open my mouth to speak when Jackson interrupts me. “Absolutely fucking not.”
Her smile gets wiped off her face as she scowls at him. “Why is that? And who are you to decide whether or not I get to see my grand baby?”
“I’m the father and I get to decide who I let my son around. And let me tell you something, the last person I’m going to let him around is your poisonous ass.” The looks in his eyes is alarming, but the hate in his voice is something else. The death that curls around each word makes chills crack like thunder along my arms, creating goosebumps and making me let out a small shiver.
“You’re the father?” She laughs, and that’s where I draw the line.
“Get out of here, Mom. Don’t come back.”
She turns her gaze towards me and her mood flips to sadness. It’s an immediately tell that this is fake. Her entire attitude and happiness about seeing Wesley is fake. She’s putting on a show. And she’s failing.
“You know what, Cara? I can’t deal with Jed anymore. He’s such an asshole sometimes, and I really want to come back home. He’s always bitching about this or that, and I’ve just about had enough of him. Please let me come home, baby. I just want to come home.”
I shake my head. “Sorry, you can’t.”
Anger lights her up as she points a finger at me. “You don’t get to choose. I’m the mother, and if I’m ready to come home, I’m coming home.”
“We’ll see about that.” Jackson mutters from behind me.
“Come on, let’s go.” I turn around, deciding to leave before this gets any worse. She’s done every emotion she can do, and all she has left is anger. It’s only going to get worse and worse, and there’s no way in hell I’m sticking around for it.
“You can expect me home by next week!” She shouts at me, turning around as she lights up a cigarette and walks off.
Jackson watches her as he grabs his phone.
“What’re you doing? We have to go or we’ll be late.” I unlock the doors and go to open the bed of the truck.
“I’m texting Easton. No way am I leaving Wesley and Rose home alone with your mom lurking around.”
Panic seizes in my chest and I nod. “Okay. Good idea.”
