chapter 57

And then, Mateo has the damn gall to ask Marge to babysit me like I am a fucking child that needs someone to remain at their side at all costs? Who does he think he is? Would Mateo enjoy himself as I enjoy myself now, if I did the same stupid thing to him? Would he feel proud of me, if I made him look like a no good father? “You sure you are alright, love? You have been quiet this afternoon. Are you hungry? I can heat up the leftovers from last night for you.” Marge offers, pulling me back to reality. I don’t show it, but a part of me is so darn irritated. The other part is happy she spoke up, because if I keep letting my thoughts run wild like that, there is no saying how I might react once those two horndogs come back home. “No, I am fine.” Although I remind myself I need to keep my emotions in check, as I speak, my tone is a little harsher than I intend it to be. Marge nods, takes the cup from my hands and gives me an odd look. Great, there it is, yet another reason to feel shittier