Emma's POV
"What happened 'earlier'?" I asked her, shooting her the most disgusting of looks.
I apparently wasn't the only one doing something the other person would not be proud of.
"I don't owe you that information, young woman!" She looked very pissed.
I tossed her phone on the counter top and walked out.
I really could not believe what just happened. Mark was such a sweetheart, why Mike?
I heard her newly done nails clank against the counter top as she picked it up.
"A word with you, Emma." Her tone was shaky.
"What would make you think I want to speak to you?" I shouted from my room.
I was pissed for so many reasons. At myself, and at her. That was definitely not how I envisioned the day would go. Firstly, it was at Kevin's house, then the police station, then the hospital and now, that?!
"Baby, please." She said as she barged into my room.
"Aren't you tired of all this drama?" I asked her.
"You mean yours or mine?" She shot back at me.
"Well I don't think this is a situation where one can sit and judge the other, hottie." I replied to her. We were both stuck between laughing and she knocking the shit out of my head with the phone she had in her hand.
"Can we talk now?" Mom asked more calmly.
I could see she was somewhat fidgety, and I didn't want her to be.
If anything, all I felt was pain that she wasn't loyal to the guy who was bent on turning our lives around for the better.
"Why him?" I asked. That was really all I wanted to know. He didn't even know me. I thought every woman wanted a man that knew their child and could be a father to them. Mark ticked all those boxes!
"He gives good sex." She said, very bluntly. I could not believe what had just flown out of her mouth. It seemed unreal.
Just last night, she didn't see me as the adult she saw me as now.
Is that really enough reason to throw Mark away though, mom?" I asked her. "Don't you women always want men who could be good fathers to your children?" I continued.
"Sweetie, that is you looking out for yourself. You see, you're not so different from me. Mark doesn't come often anymore. He thinks has the girl on lock down and can do as he pleases. All I'm doing is showing him that I could branch out. He needs to know that!" I could see that she really wanted to pour that out.
"You know what I think? That both of you need to talk." I've heard more information about their relationship in such a short time than I have all the while since their relationship started.
"We would." She gave me the poppy dog look that meant she was sorry.
It was not like I ever planned on ratting my mom out to Mark, it just wasn't cool. She was supposed to be my model and all that.
"He's going to be in town next week. At least that's what he said." She said, She didn't look too happy about it.
"I'm going to leave you for your love life now." I excused myself and went to my room.
Life had been unfair to me for as long as I had known. I was the only girl I knew who didn't have a dad to spoil her with all the things I saw girls in school bring.
I had no knowledge of men because my mom, apparently, didn't know any better.
I tossed and turned in my bed.
My phone chimes, but it felt more like a weapon against me than my own property.
The day went by fast, and so did the rest of the week.
I was ostracized at school, and seriously, I had already gotten used to it.
I was confined to my own little bubble. It kinda afforded me time to concentrate on my writing.
"Hey." I looked up to see Kevin.
I still hadn't fully come to terms with how I felt about him, but I no longer resented him for what he did.
"What do you want?" I asked him.
Half the school was already looking at us in the cafeteria. I was embarrassed and didn't want anything funny to go down. My already wounded reputation couldn't survive the hit of another scandal.
"You don't have to be hostile." He said. He was healing well, and for that, I was grateful. At least, my mother and I wouldn't be grateful for any lasting harm done to him.
"I know. I also don't like the stares I'm getting. My life is horrible enough, what other creative ways do you have to make it worse?" I asked him.
By that time, phones were already out and recording. I couldn't take it anymore, I ran back home, damming whatever consequences I would be facing.
I flung the door open to see my mom crying, an angry Mark, and our boxes packed.
It felt like I was thrown into the middle of hell and the north pole.
There was discomfort blowing left and right.
"What's going on?" I asked everyone.
I had begun to like Mark, but seeing him stand over my mom while she was crying struck a different nerve in me.
"What's going on, Mark?" I asked, my eyes teary and fiery.
"Mike's dead." My mom replied instead.
I could literally feel all the anger dissipate from me. If I was Mark, and I found out that way, I'd be pretty mad too.
"We're moving away. Police are going to start investigating, and it's better I'm not here for that. He has me as one of his 'recents'." She continued.
I stole glances at Mark's ace while she explained, he was stoic and stared straight ahead. I didn't know whether to drop to my knees and beg him, or apologize for my mom, or run away from it all and never return.
"You have to pack your bags honey, Mark's here to get us." And just like that, I was rudely ushered into a very new life.