Betrayed by My Mafia Brother novel Chapter 45

Chapter 8

Mom threw herself onto my bed and finally broke down, sobbing out loud.

I stood beside her, completely at a loss, and could only wait for her to calm down a little at a time.

The Barbie dolls she’d torn apart were still scattered across the floor.

I didn’t know how long she cried before she finally pushed herself upright.”

She sniffed and looked at the broken dolls, then slid down to sit on the floor. “I’m sorry, Penny.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t see this. You’d be so mad at Mom, wouldn’t you?”

I was a little mad, but watching her now just made my heart ache.

“It’s okay. I’ll fix all of these for you, and then I’ll buy you so, so many new dolls to make up for it.”

She tried to piece the dolls back together with tape.

When tape didn’t work, she switched to a needle and thread.

Her hands trembled, and the needle kept slipping, stabbing into her fingertips.

She managed to sew the dolls back together, but every one of them was crooked and twisted, and their little dresses were stained with bright red drops of her blood.

She looked at the dolls and smiled, satisfied, then gathered them into her arms.

“Good girl, Penny. Let Mom rock you to sleep, okay?”

“Go to sleep, Penny, go to sleep…”

She started singing a lullaby I used to hear all the time when I was little. For a second I felt dazed-ever since Jamie was born, I hadn’t heard it even once.

She patted the dolls gently, as if they really were drifting off to sleep.

Then, tiptoeing, she got up and opened my closet.

She took out my clothes and hugged them to her chest, breathing them in before pressing them lightly against her cheek.

“My Penny…”

I sat on the bed, swinging my legs back and forth.

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Mom threw herself onto my bed and finally broke down, sobbing out loud.

I stood beside her, completely at a loss, and could only wait for her to calm down a little at a time.

The Barbie dolls she’d torn apart were still scattered across the floor.

I didn’t know how long she cried before she finally pushed herself upright.

She sniffed and looked at the broken dolls, then slid down to sit on the floor. “I’m sorry, Penny.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t see this. You’d be so mad at Mom, wouldn’t you?”

I was a little mad, but watching her now just made my heart ache.

“It’s okay. I’ll fix all of these for you, and then I’ll buy you so, so many new dolls to make up for it.”

She tried to piece the dolls back together with tape.

When tape didn’t work, she switched to a needle and thread.

Her hands trembled, and the needle kept slipping, stabbing into her fingertips.

She managed to sew the dolls back together, but every one of them was crooked and twisted, and their little

dresses were stained with bright red drops of her blood.

She looked at the dolls and smiled, satisfied, then gathered them into her arms.

“Good girl, Penny. Let Mom rock you to sleep, okay?”

“Go to sleep, Penny, go to sleep…”

She started singing a lullaby I used to hear all the time when I was little. For a second I felt dazed-ever since

Jamie was born, I hadn’t heard it even once.

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