"We're leaving for Massachusetts. Do you want to come with us?" Mom asked.
"You're leaving me here?" I stood up, moving closer to her. She avoided my gaze, her lips pressed thin and her face sour.
"You don't actually want me to come with you," I seethed.
Scott appeared behind her, his face set in a scowl. "Listen here, kid, we've had enough of your childish tantrums. Either you stay here or come with us," he sneered.
I glanced briefly at him, then back at Mom, who had an almost sorrowful expression that hardened when she met my gaze.
"Scott's right. Make a choice," she said, hands on her hips, her scowl harsh.
"f**k you both. Get out of my life."
Suddenly, she revealed a knife she had hidden behind her back. I fought with all my strength, but she slashed me across the neck.
Waking
