Page 86 of Merciless

“Do you know who the man is?” I asked through my teeth. Dylan looked at me and understood in a second.

“No, but I bet you know who the woman is.”

I tried to take control over my body and nodded.

“My mother.”

That hypocrite! She was sleeping with a married man after all the time she spent insulting dad about his affair. She still called his PA thehomewrecker.

And she was doing it at a party while all our neighbors were here and obviously this man’s wife. She was so concerned what other people thought about her when they were looking at me and my behavior, but apparently she could do whatever the hell she wanted.

“Maybe you should go,” Dylan said, and I shot him a look. “Listening to your mother’s moans? Twisted!” he smiled and looked interested in my reaction.

He was right. It was twisted. Part of me wanted to cut my ears off. Another part of me wanted to kick the door down and expose that witch!

“What are you thinking about?” Dylan asked, and he looked strangely excited.

“That I want to humiliate my mother.”

His eyes widened, and he grinned.

“You want them to get caught.”

I wasn’t going in that direction, but when he mentioned it, it made perfect sense.

“Yes,” I hissed. Then I imagined the consequences if I did that. “But I can’t do it. She’ll make my life miserable if I embarrass her like that.”

“I can do it for you. Go to the bathroom, I’ll come in a second.”

I did what he told me. Standing in that bathroom though I wondered if I could trust him. He wasn’t a perfect stranger, but he was still a stranger. An acquaintance. But rage clouded my judgment. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t even know what he was about to do, but I didn’t care.

All I could think about was how this was going to affect my mother.

It would destroy her.

Everyone would know she screwed a married man while his wife drank wine downstairs.

The bathroom door opened, and Dylan walked in. He flashed me a wicked smile waving his phone in his hand.

“I thought about taking a picture, but they were so into it, I managed to film a whole video.”

I pressed the play button on his screen. My mother was sitting on top of a washing machine. Her legs were wide spread and between them there was a man. He was all over her.

I recognized his shirt. It was baby pink. Earlier that evening when we came, he greeted us and made a joke about us wearing the same color. The video ended. I pressed my sweaty palm to my forehead.

“You have to delete this. You can’t tell a soul.”

Dylan frowned at me.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Not before you tell me why. You wanted to expose them a minute ago. Who is he?”

“Chase and Amy’s father.”’

I couldn’t do this to my friends. Expose their cheating father. They had a good family. Their parents always seemed happy.

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