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The silence falls over us, and even though there is no sound in the room around us, it feels like the air itself is ringing. Blaring the alarms. Her skin pales. She lifts her hands to her mouth. I see the moment it clicks in her brain. She knows I know the truth now. At recognising the fear in her, a sinister smile stretches over my face, as tears continue streaming down my cheeks. Smiling and crying at the same time. I might have just lost my goddamn mind.
“Yes, mom. I talked to my father. Oh sorry, not my father, since he isn’t. But you know what he was? He wasMY DAD.” I smash my fists into my chest. “You took that away from me, you vile, twisted bitch.” My words are full of spite, but they still end on sobs as I’m screaming in her face.
“What?” Marko says, looking confused.
Christine gets up and slaps me across the face. My cheek stings, but I can barely feel it.
“Don’t you dare ruin my life again, you little shit,” she screams at me.
I rear my fist back and punch her straight into the nose. She yelps as she falls to her ass, but nobody moves to help her.
“You had that coming.” Noah says, slowly stepping next to me.
Marko looks at her as if his whole world just turned on its axis. He turns his face back to me and sits back down onto the sofa.
“I need you to talk to me, Ronan. Please,” he says, his eyes turning glossy. “I need to know how bad I messed up.”
And I do. I tell him almost everything I just found out about my father. About my mother. And I tell him everything about me. And we all cry. Noah cries for his dad, as he notices Marko is losing love once again. I cry for the time I have lost, for all the words I have suffered through, for all the abuse I endured because I loved my mother. And Marko cries for his own heart getting broken all over again, but it’s worse this time, because my mother is a living, breathing woman… Whereas Noah’s died giving him one last perfect present.
“You took him from me,” she says. “You are taking Marko away from me too. You ruin everything. I wish I never had you.”
“If you open your vile mouth again, I swear to God, I don’t give a flying fuck about you being a woman, I’ll be the one punching you next.” Noah growls at her, his fists turning white.
She drops her head into her palms and cries. The sound makes me laugh. And I let myself do it. Just as she laughed at me crying for years. Just as she laughed at me throwing up my breakfast, lunch and dinner. Just as she laughed at me every time my heart was broken.
“Do you even know how many times you made me wish I was never even born? I wish you never had me too.” Turning away from her, I look at the kind man whose world I’m destroying. “And you know what else, Marko?” I look at Noah for approval, and he nods once. “It’s about Jensen. She keeps trying to make a move at him, he is too scared to tell you. He thinks it’s his fault.”
“She crawled into his bed, touched him, said she thought it was you.” Noah adds.
“You what? When was this?” he screams at her face, as he jumps from the sofa. “Jesus fucking Christ, are you fucking insane? You lie, you pretend to be ahurting motherto connect with me, and it actually tricks me. You belittle this wonderful child and you try to fuck mine?”
“She likes them young. My dad was only seventeen. Just like Jensen was when she did it.” I drop the bomb.
Marko straightens his back, turns to me and all I can see is the horror on his face. He's biting down so hard, I think his teeth might grind themselves into dust.
“He was seventeen?” Noah’s dad echoes.
“Yes, dad. It was on New Year's Eve. She crawled into his bed, said she thought he was you. He never said anything. He thought it was his fault for walking around his own house shirtless. He felt like he provoked her,” my man responds, with disgust lacing his voice.
“He…never said…I never noticed. I thought… I…” Marko stutters, tears filling up his dark eyes again. “He is a child. You met him when he was fifteen.”
My mother stares back at him from the carpet. Not a single drop of shame on her face, whilst Marko’s radiates nothing but anger.
“Wipe your tears, love. She is not worth it,” he says, turning to Noah and me, his voice cold. “You did a good thing, supporting her through this, son.”
He pats Noah’s back, but quickly changes his mind and pulls us both in a warm hug, murmuring ‘my poor boy’over and over again. I sob for some time, absorbing the guilt he feels, as he continues holding us.
“I am going to need you to pack your stuff, Christine,” he says, letting go of Noah and me. “I want a divorce. I do not care where you’ll sleep, I don’t care if you end up on the street. I need you gone starting now.”
“But I love you,” she cries, still sitting on the floor.
“I want you out of my house. Do not make me throw you out. Please. I don’t deserve that,” he says calmly as he walks across the hallway and opens their bedroom door. “My fucking boy, Christine. How could you?”
Christine gets up from the floor, not looking at me even once.
“They are lying, I swear!” she cries. “I never did that, I’m not a sick person! I love you, Marko!”
“I need you to pack and leave,” he says turning his back to her, abosolutely unaffected by her sobs.
