“Damien… Stop” Melissa said, using her palm to rub his arm, causing him to lighten up his already frowning face.
The sight of this display of intimacy and affection caused Roxanne to get even angrier.
“The both of you are shameless, aren’t you? Caught messing around together, and you can’t help but continue your shameless acts” Roxanne glared at them as she spoke.
“Kid, that’s going too far…” The man spoke up, attempting to walk up to Roxanne.
“No Damien” Melissa cautioned him, still holding onto his large arm.
He stopped moving as he sighed, turning toward her as he expressed dissatisfaction.
“You’re both disgusting! How can you side with him over your own daughter, what’s with that? He hurt me and all you can do is stand by him while clinging unto him like that” Roxanne said, not caring anymore about consequences.
She was going to break down in her room, but now seemed like a good enough place to do so.
“That’s enough Roxanne. You’re lucky you’re getting off with just that. Just calm yourself” Melissa said, already feeling annoyed by her daughter’s behaviour and terrible attitude.
“Oh? Am I lucky? Me? Lucky to have my mother sleeping around with men and thinking it’s okay just because dad isn’t around anymore? Sure I’m lucky indeed!”
“Roxanne, that isn’t what is happening. Just listen to me…” Melissa said, still holding Damien from taking action.
“So these are your ‘dissatisfied clients’? That makes sense. So this is what my mother does now? You’re an embarrassment to dad. I’m sure you’re happy he’s dead, so now you can have fun with other men!”
A slapping sound resounded all over the room. It echoed as the flesh of one hit the cheek of the other. There was silence after the sound, and the next one followed that.
Two slaps within a moment. Roxanne’s eyes bulged with surprise as her reddened cheeks stung with pain. In front of her was her mother, who slapped her. She had a frowning expression, the first she had seen since the start of the entire scenario.
“That’s enough!” She said with a threatening and angered tone.
Roxanne slowly used her hand to rub her cheeks, and her face still depicted disbelief.
“You… Hit me?” Roxanne muttered.
Damien still maintained his normal position and looked satisfied at what Melissa did, folding his arms in approval.
“Roxanne… I…” Melissa immediately recoiled, regaining her composure as a look of regret appeared on her face.
“You can both go to hell then!” Roxanne cried as she left the parlour and went to her room, shutting it behind immediately.
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