Page 54 of Fury
I’m worried about her, so worried. She’s lost weight and barely smiles, and I know being in that motel room isn't doing her any good. If anything, she’s going deeper into her thoughts.
I hate that Brick forced her to sell the house she got behind his back because at least then she had somewhere decent to go and try to clear her head.
“I’m trying to be, sweet pea.” She admits, and I swallow hard and ask, “Do you feel like you’re missing your person?”
She sighs and mumbles, “Yes,” and I wince, quickly grabbing my phone with my hand as I sit back in my chair, giving her my one hundred percent attention.
It’s been two weeks since she left the club, left Brick. Two weeks and he and Blade have been going insane trying to find Mama, so Nyx explained.
It’s also been two weeks since I told Nyx I needed time to come to terms with living on club property and not brought it up again.
I sigh. For years, Mama has been in limbo, trying to get Brick to leave her, to get the club to hate her so she could go, and for years, her heart has struggled to be away from her husband who never thinks for her, only himself. Something according to Mama he realized in their therapy session that he had been forcing her to attend in hopes to fix what he believes she originally broke, that he contributed to this by having me with Melissa.
The guy is a grade-A asshole.
During the therapy, he confessed that after Melissa announced that she was pregnant, he had a moment of vindication.
He apparently expressed he hated the feeling, which is why he chucked money at her feet to get rid of me, but he felt it nonetheless because Mama refused to give him another child after shecheated.
Little did he know that she was going to have another child, but Peter caused her to lose it and any chance of having another one. Brick tore her heart out with his confession, and she was done.
She left him at the therapy office and he let her go believing she’d head home and she did but she didn’t stay, instead, she grabbed her bags and left.
“Have you spoken to him?” I ask, and she snorts and retorts playfully, “I thought you were on my side?”
“I’m always on your side, Mama, just like you are always on mine. I may not want anything to do with the man, but he’s still your heart,” I mumble.
“And he is still your father,” she replies softly, and I look down.
She’s never called him that to me before, knowing I would hate it, and I do. It doesn’t sound right, and I know it could be my emotions of his treatment of Mama clouding over, but right now, I don’t care.
She’s hurting, and he is the cause.
“Mama….” I try, but she cuts me off and says, “No, sweet pea, I have tried to go at your pace, and as much as I love you for it, I don’t want you to regret not getting to know your father and brother all because of what they put me through.”
I shake my head with frustration and remind her, “He got Nyx to lie to me, Mama, to use me, breaking my trust.”
“I know, but that was because he was scared you’d knock him back if he came and spoke to you once you hit eighteen. He didn’t know about Melissa’s threats and still doesn’t, and I understand it hurts to know he wanted Melissa to terminate her pregnancy, but you have to understand at the time, all he saw was his life flashing before him where I wasn’t there.”
“But you’re not there now, you left him,” I say softly, and she sniffles.
Okay, I officially hate myself. I’ve just gotten defensive, even if it was softly.
Dammit!
“Because the pain is too much for me to handle, Sky,” she chokes, and my eyes blur with unshed tears. The pain she’s going through too much to bear.
“I love your father, Skylar,” she whispers, “I have loved him for thirty-two years, since I was fifteen, through the laughter and the pain, but there comes a point where I need to put myself first for a little while, and if I make my way back to him then I know I can learn to forgive him.”
“And if you don’t?” I ask with hesitation, already suspecting the answer.
She confirms, “Then I’ll be sending him divorce papers.”
“I’m sorry, Mama,” I whisper as a few tears fall, and she replies, “I love you, Skylar. You are my daughter in every way except blood. You were always supposed to be mine like Tate is yours, and I’ll always be here for you no matter what. Do you understand me?”
I sniffle and whisper, “I understand.”
“Good,” she says, “I’ll call you later tonight, okay? Go finish your accounts before Nyx decides to show up.”
