"Ah?" Mrs. Johnson looked at him in astonishment, "Samuel, you..."
"Get out." Samuel Johnson closed his eyes, his tone low with suppressed something. He repeated, "Get out. Don't make me say it again."
"Samuel..."
"I don't want to see you right now."
His sudden anger left Mrs. Johnson clueless; they had been apart for seven days, and she wanted to be closer to her son. But at that moment, in the face of Samuel's repressed rage, she didn't dare to argue. He told her to get out of the car, and she could only humiliatingly comply.
Samuel Johnson stepped on the gas and drove toward home alone.
Mrs. Johnson got into the car with Tasha Moore. She sat there alone, still a bit dazed.
Samuel's expulsion of her today had genuinely frightened her. Although the child was unruly, he had always been obedient to her; he would ignore her words but wouldn't drive her away.
And now he didn't even want to see her.
