"What do you mean no one suffered more than you?" Mary's voice cracked through the room like a whip. "Do you have any idea how much effort I put into raising you? And you let it all go to waste." She yelled, her eyes darting sharply to Christian.
Her sudden outburst startled me. Her eyes widened like a deranged person, and a cold fear wrapped around me.
I froze.
Christian noticed and reached for my hand, squeezing lightly. I exhaled slowly.
"You didn't raise me." I said quietly. My voice trembled despite my efforts to keep it steady.
I wanted to be strong, commanding, unshakable. But it was hard to stand tall when the woman who i called mother for eighteen years looked at me like I was filth on her shoes.
Mary laughed, the sound cold and bitter. "You we're good at everything… except following basic instructions. I tried to tame you," she said shaking her head slowly, "it was stupid of me to think I could ever erase the blood in your veins."
