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Their clothes. Their attitudes.
For God’s sake, even their energy screams DANGER, STAY AWAY.
I bring my hand to my lips, chewing on my nails. But even before that, I should’ve seen through Albert’s courting of my mother.
A personal driver and shiny luxury car? Extravagant gifts and vacations? The way he only wanted to take her to certain restaurants?
I groan.
The signs were there. Some of it was even so cliché. Yet, I ignored them.
And my mother? Anger roils in the pit of my stomach. How the hell could she not see the signs? How could she let this happen to us? To me?
I shake my head and try to calm down.
There’s no way she would put me in a position like this without a reason. I’m sure she has an explanation. I swallow, my throat dry with uncertainty.
I know she hasn’t tried to explain things away, but I also haven’t given her the chance. I’m sure that’s it. I need to sit down with her, someplace away from all these guns and overbearing men and ask her.
I’m not like the slackers in this town who would probably jump at the chance to spend a few years doing nothing more than hanging out in a luxurious mansion.
I want to learn. I want to go to school.
My phone dings again and I smile when I see Julia’s name pop up.
Finally.
Excitedly, I unlock the screen.
Julia: What did you do?
I frown and click the link she sent me. It’s a screenshot taken from Matt’s social media showing a picture of my mother’s wedding announcement with a single sentence over the image:
Christina doesn’t have to sleep with guys for money anymore.
Another notification linking me to another post.
Now she does it because she’s a Venitti whore.
Oh. My. God.
Embarrassment and rage burn behind my eyes and my fingers begin to shake, hovering above the text but unable to respond.
The third post is just a photo of me with the words WHORE overlaid on top in bright red letters.
I toss the phone on the table with shaking hands.
Oh my god. Oh my god. What?!
I knew Matt was a sleazeball but I never in a million years dreamed he would do something like this.
My phone pings again and I see Julia’s notification.
Julia: It’s just on his story, Christina. It will go away. Call me later, yeah?
“Just on his story?” I scoff. Matt is addicted to social media. He has thousands of followers.
In the time that it would take for his little post to disappear, everyone I know will have seen it.
