No more lies, brother.
Lexie.
Two pairs of eyes look at me with concern, I recognize one as my mother's, the person I never thought would lie to me and it was. I know for a fact that you have listened to the mailbox, that voicemail in which I ask for help from the only person in whom I was previously the magnet of all my trust.
Mom won't stop sobbing covering her mouth as I play the audio again in an hour. I really don't know if she can stop listening to it.
—Daughter...
She calls my mother's voice to me, it's the first time she dares to utter a word since she came with the cherry juice that she is now leaving a stain on the wood. However, as soon as I hear her voice I can't help but think of the lie. I give him a dirty look as I replay the audio.
I want to cry and
