“Dom…” she choked. “How could you say that to me?”
I lifted up my hand, sweeping the glass from my shoulder, trying not to push any shards deeper, but making sure the red stains spread over my shirt.
“You can stop now,” I sighed. “The tears don’t work on me.” Even though they had.
But seeing Terry swipe another bottle from the pack he kept by his feet put me even more on edge. Because I was half sure he didn’t care if he hit Sally in his effort to get to me.
She let out a shaking sob as she wiped away the tears. I was even proud that she flicked the switch and stopped them easily as well.
“I’m not you, Mum. I’m not going to use my sisters as a fucking tool to get back at you. They’ll come home when they want to. If they ever do.”
Terry’s upper lip peeled back from his teeth and I shot him a look.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I spat out, my hand landing on Sally’s shoulder, ready to protect her just in case. I wouldn’t let Terry hurt her, no matter how I felt about her.
He jumped up from the table, bottle in hand.
“You think you’re so fucking great, don’t you?” he snarled. The table screeched across the floor as he kicked it out of theway, tipping to the left. A head rush must have caught him as his eyes lost focus.
I pushed at Sally, but she stayed still, glaring at me. “You’re not taking them!” she yelled just as the girls’ bedroom door slammed from upstairs.
All three of us glanced upwards. It suddenly clicked for them both that we really were leaving, and I seriously wasn’t sticking around.
“You can’t do this!” she screeched as Terry took another step forwards. “You’ll never be welcome here again! We’ll report you and get a restraining order!”
Though the idea made me fucking terrified, I had to remember who I was and who was backing me. I might have truly fucked it up with Harry, but with Christian and Grace in my court, I had to trust that it would be okay.
“Do it. Fucking do whatever the fuck you want. You’re throwing all these threats at me, but what about if I tellyouthat you can’t ever see them again? Is that going to change anything?”
The most brutal part was I saw it in her fucking face. I had no expectations of Terry, but I at least thought she cared. Even just a fucking speck of kindness, but nope. It was just sitting here plain as day.
She didn’t give a flying shit.
I was just so desperate to believe that my own fucking mum was a good person that I tricked myself into believing she actually cared about her own daughters.
What a joke.
“Fuck this. You’re both fucking disgusting.” I turned from them, catching Tammy and Janie’s eyes as they sailed down the stairs and straight out the front door.
I clicked the key in my pocket, the beep of the car unlocking clear as day as I stood in the kitchen doorway, blocking them from my sisters.
Sally glared at me, but it was easy to see she knew what I was on about. I guessed it was rare for another adult to tell her the fucking truth.
“We’ll stay in touch,” I said through gritted teeth. “Promise.” I scowled right back. “Don’t fucking follow us. Not even a step.” I shot Terry a look, but I could already see him moving.
Sally got out of the way instantly. She didn’t even need to look at him. They’d been together long enough that she could see how it was about to go down.
In pure Terry style, he jumped for me. He didn’t even have anything to say. His anger was so intense that he simply yelled as he raised the beer bottle and aimed for my head.
I caught his fist, instantly twisting his wrist so his hand released the beer bottle. As it dropped to the floor I shoved him backwards, giving him a half smile as he stumbled, knocking off of the table.
“Dominic! How could you!?” Sally shouted again, running to his side.
I stepped away from the door. I didn’t even want to bother with Sally as she switched her tears back on, gasping in shock at her husband. I was so done with both of them.
“I said, don’t follow us,” I bit out as Terry pulled himself up.
I was at the front door when I saw him move. I was fucked off enough to wait for him just to punch him and see how we matched up.