Page 22 of Grumpy Sunshine

All I saw was the fucking fact that my mother was wearing my brand-new shoes, wearing AirPods I couldn’t afford, and standing in a place she didn’t deserve to be.

The lying sack of shit.

I launched myself off the stool, forced my way between two very large men, and hit her like a linebacker.

“You took my rent money!”I screeched at the bitch of an egg donor.

When my mom was on my floor, and I straddled her body, I reared back and started punching her.

“It’s not enough that you stole our credit, and our ability to have a simple bank account, but now you’re sweet talking yourself into our apartments and stealing our money?You’re such a fucking bitch!”I reared back and let a punch loose on the bitch.“Give it back!”

I hit her again before punctuating that hit with, “And you took my brand-new shoes!Do you know how fucking sick I was to spend fifteen dollars on those?I’m too scared to even wear them to work because I don’t want them to get ruined!Yet you took them?You are the worst piece of filth I’ve ever met in my life, and I wish you’d fucking die!”

That was harsh to hear, I was sure, but that’s the way I felt.

I hated her with every single breath that I took.

Once she was no longer moving anymore, I stood up and yanked the shoes off her feet.

Then I started to clear out her pockets.

I found the case for the AirPods and then yanked the earbuds out of her ears, which I was surprised to find were still in place.

After I had those, I took her car keys and marched out of the building, heading straight to her car.

I felt more than saw the wall of muscle follow me.

Thankfully, one of the large men turned on a large spotlight, giving me a clear view of her car.

It was new.

If my mom was one thing, it was a survivor.

She’d con anyone, and that usually meant a lot of men that had money.

Likely, she’d conned some poor guy and taken his car.Or he’d been too stupid and had bought it just for her.

Whatever happened, I couldn’t stop myself from picking up a large rock that I saw next to the door I’d exited and heading toward the gleaming thing.

I bleeped the locks to make sure that I had the correct one, and when I saw the lights flash, I took the rock and slammed it into her passenger side window.

“What are you doing?”I heard my mother cry.“That’s my car!”

I pulled the rock back and did it to the windshield next, loving the way the glass crunched.

“She’s feisty…” I heard replied.

I turned to find two more bikers come up from the back somewhere but dismissed them almost immediately.

“I know,” I thought I might’ve heard Chevy say.

After my fingers started to hurt, I unlocked the car, then went to my phone which miraculously was still in my pocket and went back to the app that allowed me to find my things.

The beeping started, and I pawed through all of her shit, throwing things that I didn’t need out of the car door, until I found all of my money and then some hiding under her passenger seat.

I yanked it out, then stopped when I saw my jewelry.

All of my jewelry.

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