Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

The memory of how I’d learned to cook came to mind as well.

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“You know….I had to learn to cook at the age of six. It wasn’t like I’d had much of a choice anyway, my mother never bothered with feeding me.”

“What? There’s no way you did that as a child.” She said, her cup was now by her side, as she gave me her undivided attention.

“I had no choice, Amara.” My lips felt dry again, so I licked them for the sixth time in the past five minutes. “My mother was a cheap whore who worked in the most notorious brothel in all of Ravenshore, and ironically enough, she was the most popular.” I heard her let out a sharp gasp at my revelation, but I carried on regardless, my focus on the vegetables I was chopping.

“She used to tell me that the world owed her. That men owed her, hell, she thought that I owed her, and that she would collect her pay soon enough. That I should be grateful for every night we had a roof.” I laughed, the sound low and biter. “When the money stopped coming because the men thought she was too old, she found another way. I never thought the way her customers looked at me every time they walked in mattered. All I did was turn my back to them as she commanded, and tried to block out their noises as much as I could. Whether it would be by imagining a life where I didn’t have to suffer that, or the image of the cartoon I’d seen while on my way from running errands at the film shop, I did what I could to not…hear them.” My skin crawled with disgust at the flashback that hit me. I could hear my mother’s screams like we were still that small room with glittery red curtains and dim blue lights.

It was why I hated the colours so much, but ironically enough, the girl I loved ware those colours at least three times a week.

Her lips parted, her beautiful eyes wide but she didn’t speak. And God, I was glad she didn’t.

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“I was eight the first time she brought one of them home for me.” My jaw clenched. “A customer. It was the very one who’d said I had the most youthful look he’d ever seen. I remember trying so hard to look small in that moment, I wished so hard that the walls would hide me, but if wishes were horses, right?” I said with a sad smile, while avoiding her gaze. I didn’t even realise it, but I was done chopping the vegetables. My hands itched with the need to do something else, so I grabbed the flour and got to making cookies instead. “She’d told me that if I just let it happen, she’d buy me new shoes.”

Her breath hitched – a soft, pained whimper escaped her, as she got off the counter slowly, and walked over to me.

My mind pulled me further into the haze, even as I fought it so I wouldn’t drown under the weight of the trauma. Her soft hand made contact with mine, forcing my hands still instantly. She pulled me softly and wrapped her arms around my neck so she could pull me into a hug.

“It’s okay….you can tell me.”

Instantly, it was as though someone breathed strength into me, as the haze disappeared instantly, along with the image of the curtains and the dim blue light. All I could see, feel, smell, and hold was her, and all of a sudden, the words felt less heavy as I spoke them.

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