The whole room was silent. No one knew what to say.
I knew that she hated me. I have come to accept the fact that I will never measure up to her standards because I was an orphan and was not worthy of her son.
In her eyes.
But right now, knowing that she too was an orphan and to get such treatment from her?
To know that she had something to do with me not growing up in the arms of my real parents?
It is something that did not sit well on me.
The silence was broken when Ashton's phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw the word mom flashing on it.
I felt intense hatred rise in me. This woman was the source of it all.
My being an orphan. My brush to death. The lunatic that she has set to chase me.
All of the lives that were lost and the lives that might be lost.
The phone kept ringing and I saw Ashton just staring blankly at the screen.
It stopped and then rang immediately again.
