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“What the fuck? Go away,” I muttered to them both.
My mom was wearing a fake fur coat, and all I could see were the pantyhose with runs in them and her stupid dirty sneakers.
“Tobias, I’m your mother. You belong at home.”
She tried to come for me again, and this time Alastair put his arms out to block her.
“Call the police, Toby.”
“Don’t you fuckingdare!” my mom said, spitting at him. “You think you can prey on my son, you dirty fuckingbastard?”
I dug my phone out of my coat pocket, my hands shaking, my brain sending out alarm bells. What if the guy had a gun?
“Let’s just go,” I said to Alastair, pulling at his coat sleeve.
But my mom was cursing him, and her friend was getting into it now.
“Be a good kid and go home. Your mom needs you.”
I glared at the man. “You know I’m twenty, right? I don’t need to go anywhere.”
I heard the familiar sound of the door to Maverick Molly’s opening, and several things happened at once.
“What do you think you’re doing, assaulting people in front of my business?”
It was Jacob.
“I’m calling the cops,” Sebastian stated.
“Thank you,” Alastair said.
He had placed himself in front of me, and I was happy to have that shield. For the third time this month, it felt like people were actually standing up for me, and I knew if Esther were here, she’d be hooking arms with Alastair to protect me. The thought made me emotional.
My mom stared daggers at me.
“You’re a fucking loser, Tobias. You know that, don’t you? I don’t know why I ever thought having a kid was a good idea. I should have gotten rid of it when I had the chance. You’ve ruined my fucking life, Tobias.”
That hit me like a knife to the chest, but I recovered fast.
“Fuck you,” I whispered.
Sebastian was talking to the police on the phone, and my mom and her dealer/boyfriend decided they didn’t want to be arrested and left, my mom cursing as she walked, the sketchy guy trying to comfort her with an arm across her back.
I just wanted to go home.
“Can we leave?” I asked, as Alastair watched them go, and Sebastian ended his call.
“They’re sending a police unit, so you’d better stay.” Sebastian’s voice was grave. “I’m sorry.”
Alastair turned back to me. “It’s all right. We’ll go inside and have a drink. You need some water and a Coke.”
“Whatever,” I said. I was so done with everything.
“The police are coming, Toby,” Alastair said, walking me inside. “And you’re going to tell them everything.”
* * * *
I did tell them everything—about all the times she’d hit me and theonetime I’d hit her, about her emotional and psychological manipulations, about her multiple boyfriends who had treated me badly, about not having enough to eat and about cleaning the entire house myself.
