199: Considerate Logan

SCARLETT

As soon as Blake dashed towards a groaning Alex, my mom grabbed my arm harshly and yanked me out of the room.

I tried to pull away from her grasp but she tightened it, murmuring obscenities under her breath as she nearly broke my bones and bruised my flesh from sinking her claws into me. No matter how hard I tried to pull away, she held on tighter until she pushed me into her closet room and slammed the door shut behind us.

When I looked down at the bruises on my arm, I winced, my heart physically ripping to shreds at the fact that my own mother could inflict that kind of pain on me when she equally wasn't a saint.

“For a blabbermouth that keeps acting like she is the statue of liberty herself because of some morals you won’t shut up about, it’s really bold of you to be spreading your legs for your stepbrother,” she spat angrily, regarding me with disgust.

Those words cut through me deeply, especially seeing as she was trying to justify her fraudulent behavior by throwing my