I say nothing and don’t open my eyes. I just listen to my heart beat. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
Her breathing accelerates. “Mitchell Owens, I will not let you ruin this family’s reputation. Now fix this mess.” She grabs the blanket and flings it off me. “Get up, go to therapy, and prove you’re not a threat to yourself.”
I observe her appearance—it's evident she's been through a lot. Dark circles under her eyes, layers of makeup attempting to conceal the weariness. Despite the exhaustion, she clings to an elaborate façade, adorned in a fancy red dress, jewelry, and a fur coat—an attempt to mask the ugly truths in her life.
"Your father did nothing wrong. He was just upset at what you did," she insists.
"You mean beating the hell out of Alex," I clarify, pushing myself up with my hands
