Would he follow me? Is he going to hurt me?
“What could my mother have to say to you after all this time?” I spit, edging toward the door slowly, but keeping my gaze firmly on him as I near him. Untrusting. He smirks and, in that look, a light switch goes on in my head.
Surely not? She wouldn’t do this to me, even the way she is, she wouldn’t take back Ray after what he did to me and have a relationship with him again, would she?
The confusion, anger, and panic whizzes through my head at a hundred miles an hour; obvious he sees the realization dawn on my face and grins in that lop-sided sneer he has. He’s the one she’s been with, the one who beat her to a pulp. It flashes like a spark in my head pushing all rational and logical behavior completely out of sight.
“You bastard!” I scre
