Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 106

I didn’t want to give in to my father’s scare tactics. I want to stand my ground and fight. We beat him once, and I know could do it again, so I just ignored the call. I’m not even wure if it was him, right?

My phone stopped ringing, the LCD light dimmed low, and my room was blanketed in darkness again. The only illumination I had was the low light from the hallway and outside my window.

He can’t possibly know my number. There’s no way he’d know my rambling thoughts pulled to a halt when my phon rang again. It was the same unregistered number. This second call convinced me this wasn’t some random caller The possibility that it was really my father just skyrocketed.

I let the call end on its own again, and the next time my phone vibrated, it was a message.

Answer! One word and there’s a picture that follows. It was a photo of my mom sleeping in her bed. She was so peaced asleep, unaware that a stranger was in her room.

I didn’t think. I just jumped out of bed with my heart trapped in my throat. I twisted the knob on Mom’s room and rus inside, finding nothing but Mom sitting in front of her vanity table, combing her waist–length brown and gray hair

She looked at me quizzically through the mirror, then she turned on her side so she was looking at me directly. “Andi? What’s the matter?” She placed the brush on the table and stood up, removing the space between us.

I willed my pulse to calm down and smiled at Mom. I can feel my blood rushing through every vein in my body on hyp speed, and it’s not easy to pose a smile in front of Mom.

“Uhm, nothing,” I said, straightening my spine as I leaned my back on her now wide–open door. “I just… I just heard something.”

“Heard something?” she quipped, brown eyes studying me from head to toe. “Are you okay?” she forced some lighmess her voice.

“Yes, of course…” I gushed, laughing nervously as I ran my fingers through my hair. I made a quick sweep of Mom’s room Her window was closed, and the lock was in. But when did he take that photo of Mom? It still meant he could sneak into o home without being noticed. I took a mental note to check the CCTV recordings this past weekend. That was the only window he had to slither inside our home without me knowing about it.

“I… I’d better go to sleep. Good night, Mom,” I said and turned around, but Mom called me.

“Since you’re here, can we talk?” She asked and sat on the edge of her bed. She patted the space beside her, inviting me to s

I looked left and right down the hallway, skittishly biting my lip.

“Andi?” Mom called again, so I just went with it and sat beside her. I need to make sure that every window and room locked after this conversation.

“What is it?” I asked, climbing up onto her bed and sitting cross–legged.

She faced me; her face alight with something caught between concern and confusion. “You remember your father,” she

started.

I nodded, watching the worry lines on her face deepen as she sighed. Mom was only in her early forties, but she grew a tad older after that episode in the grocery parking lot. I still haven’t told her it was really my father, that he’s out of prison How

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can I? She’s already suffering from the ghost of him.

“Until now, he still haunts me, Andi,” she admitted. I thought this conversation would be solely about my newfound relationship with Beckett. It turns out she also needs to voice a lot of things that are bothering her. “He’s already in jail, bu

I’m still scared of him.”

“Mom,” I reached for her hand, trying to soothe her worry.

She forced a smile. “I know you’ve been worried about me, and I’m trying to move on…. it has been years, and he still has control over me.”

I stared at her, eyes concentrated. She is my mother, but I have to protect her from the truth. She can’t know he’s out, and he can’t get near her anymore.

“He wasn’t like that in the beginning, you know,” she let out a sigh, taking a stroll down memory lane. “He was sweet and kind. He changed when I got pregnant. He wasn’t ready, and he blamed me for not being able to finish school.”

This was the first time I’m hearing this story, and my anger only grew the more I heard about my father’s cowardice. He didn’t have the balls to care for his family, so he blamed us and turned us into his slaves and punching bag. What a dick.

‘We were young, and his father cut him off when he learned about it.” My mother’s eyes turned glossy. “He blamed me. H blamed you. And I thought that was okay, that I should just accept his anger and allow him to hurt me, you, and Caleb.”

I shook my head. “It’s not your fault, Mom.”

‘Partly, it was. I was weak, Andi. I thought I was helpless, but when I saw you fighting for me, that knocked me back to my senses,” she croaked. “You were so young, but you knew that what your father was doing to us was wrong. And I… I had nevi

hanked you for everything you did for us.”

I blinked and squinted my eyes, forcing my tears back into their confines.

‘It’s all in the past,” she wiped her tears. “I just want you to know that since you’re finally admitting that you like your boss.” she said with a soft smile.

‘Mom,” I groaned.

‘I know…” she giggled. “You’re a big girl now, Andi, and you’ve gone through so much, so if Beckett makes you happy. I support you. But I want you to remember that on the first sign of abuse, verbal, emotional, or physical, you walk out and never look back. Don’t be like me.”

I nodded, my chest becoming light because of this conversation. I never knew I needed it, but I’m glad we had this.

“Yes, Mom, and I really like him,” I said. “I thought this would only be some kind of game for him, but he made sure I knew he was serious about me.”

Mom nodded, wiping away the sadness from her past. “He seems like a good kid. But his life is far from what we have. He’s in the limelight, and now that you’re together, you will be under the spotlight too. Just be careful, okay?”

I nodded, grateful for her understanding. “I am, Mom.”

My conversation with mom granted me a newfound courage. Mom was still vulnerable, and I will do everything to protect her. So when my father called again, I answered.

“What do you want?”