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“He hit me first,” I don’t tell her that I purposely allowed him to and that I was banking on it.
“Bet he won’t make that mistake again,” her grin is everything.
We are pulled out the moment by the sound of a female wailing. Lying over Mitch’s prone body is Summer’s sister.
“What the hell happened,” Her mother asks.
“Apparently, Mitch doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself,” Summer replies. “Which doesn’t shock me."
“That doesn’t make sense, Mitch would never,” Summer’s mother argues.
Shades guy steps forward. I glare at him, watching him visibly swallow.
“She’s right, Ms. Jones. Mitch started it. But it didn’t escalate to this level until he threw the chair.” Shades grimaces as he glances down at his unconscious friend.
I was right, Shades is the smartest out of the group. Had he lied in any way, I would have found him later and gutted him in his sleep.
“I don’t care, I’m pressing charges,” Raina cries still clutching Mitch to her chest.
“Try it,” Summer says.
“Enough,” her mother shouts. “You know you can’t call the cops, Raina. Mitch is not supposed to be around kids.”
Her mother turns back to Summer. “Look, just go. I’m sorry about this entire thing. We shouldn’t have invited you here just to beg anyway.”
Summer nods her head before turning and holding out her hand toward Gabe. He rushes over to her and grabs her outstretched hand.
“I can’t believe you’re letting her off that easy,” Raina shouts.
“Come on,” Summer whispers to me.
I follow behind my family making sure no one tries anything. The other two men are still rolling around on the ground groaning in pain.
“That’s right leave, take your psycho boyfriend with you,” Raina shouts.
Summer spins around on her heels. “Who the fuck are you calling psycho,” She takes a step toward her sister, but I place a hand in front of her, blocking her path.
There will never be a time I’ll let Summer fight, even for me. Although seeing her stand up for me did fill me with pride.
Raina stands, her fist at her side. “I don’t care what you change about yourself. You will always be the fuck up. The family disgrace. No wonder he’s the only man you can get, he’s fucked up just like you.”
This time, I turn back to face the sister. I have no problem with her calling me names, but I’ll never let anyone get a pass at calling out Summer.
“You know what’s so funny,” Summer says without laughing. “You’ve lied to yourself so long that you really believe you’re the perfect daughter.”
“Fuck you, I am perfect. I wasn’t the dead-beat drug addict that stole out of my mother’s purse just to get her next high.”
Summer tilts her head to the side. “You’re right Raina. I used to be on drugs. Coke, pills, and weed. I used them as an escape because when I was a little girl my mother left me with my bipolar father in the midst of one of his episodes. And I was not only shot by my father, but I watched him blow his brains out in front of me.”
A few of the women around Raina and her mother gasp. Her mother looks away. It takes me a moment to run through my rolodex of emotions to pinpoint what I see on her face. Guilt.
“I have no issue claiming my past.” Summer goes on to say. “It made me who I am. But what I’m no longer going to do is sit back and let you pretend you’re some perfect angel. Because although I have no problem admitting I used drugs, maybe you should tell mama who I was buying them from? That little CNA job came in handy when you were friends with the med tech.”
Raina’s mouth falls open.
“Raina,” her mother shouts. “Tell me she’s lying?”
Raina stands in her spot. Her eyes glued to Summer with so much hatred in them I’m shocked they aren’t shooting lasers.
