"Get off me Michael!"
My heart jumped in my chest at the sound of my mother's voice and as I rushed in I found my father squeezing my mother to death.
"Jessica, oh God thank you."
"I said get off Michael!"
My mother shoved my dad off and immediately glared at Sarah.
"What is this w***e doing here?"
I stopped in my tracks. Was she serious? Not only were the first words awake shitting on the idea of Sarah and I getting married, but now this?
"Mom."
"Elizabeth. Why is she here?"
I clenched my jaw, trying to remind myself that my mother was still injured.
"I asked her to come with me for support while I sat with dad. You've been unconscious for a few days."
An awkward silence fell over the room as everyone waited for my mother's response.
"Be that as it may, I want her out."
"Mom,
