Mum sits on the staircase, with her face buried in her hands, crying.
"Your father doesn't love me," she says, over and over again. "He doesn't love me. He doesn't love me anymore."
It turns out she was right all along. Dad has been having an affair with one of mum's rich friends. I don't know how to feel about that.
I want to reach out for her and take her in my arms. I want to hug her and push the pain away, but the tear between us is too deep. It's hard to bring myself to even speak to her. In my eyes, she is the woman with wild hair and mascara stained cheeks, holding a broken beer bottle. I can't touch her.
Instead, I stand there, by the foot of the stairs, watching her cry. Her fake diamond rings shine dimly in the light.
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James Mandarin
Teen Fiction"Everyone has secrets." James has a problem; he cuts himself. He is in love with his best friend, Chloe, but is too afraid to tell her. His father is attracted to the bottle, and his mother wears fake diamond rings on her finger. James' world i...
