Chapter Eleven
Lissa
The fucker broke my mom’s nose and cheekbone, and the size of her left pupil had me calling for an ambulance within seconds of my laying eyes on her. Two hours she’d lain on the couch—it took me two goddamn hours to drive to the s**t hole of my childhood home.
Rage filled me to the point I wanted to rip the head off her boyfriend—ex, or whatever—wherever he’d gotten to. He’d beaten the s**t out of her then lit out without a backward glance to make sure she survived.
Wasted and half-gone on pain, my mom only managed whimpers and ineffective pleadings to let it go. She would be okay, she claimed. He would apologize like he always did and everything would go back to being fine.
Fine.
I snorted, not for the first time, while sitting in the hospital’s waiting room. My
