She Can't Be Your Mate novel Chapter 8

"Alright, will do. Have a good night." I waved goodbye and jogged up to the house.

"You bitch!" My mom came barreling out of the kitchen holding a bottle of vodka and slapped me across my cheek. The actual slap didn't hurt that bad, but the shock of the whole thing made me freeze. This is the first time my mom has ever laid a hand on me. "You stole my car!" She slurred and slapped me again. This time I flinched and backed away.

"Mom what are you doing?" A tear slid down my cheek as she hit me again and again. I was too shocked and weak to fight back. I haven't eaten anything for days.

"What I should have done a long time ago when your father left. It's your fault you know! He left me because he didn't want you." I shook my head and pushed her off of me.

"Stop! Just stop!" I ran up the stairs and locked myself in my room. My head was spinning and I could barely breathe. Panic attack. I yanked my phone out of my pocket and found Zane's number in my contacts. Hitting call, I slid down against my wall and sat on the floor.

After three rings, he picked up. "Hello?" A whimper escaped my mouth as I heard my mom pounding on the door. "Devina? Is that you?"

"Zane I don't want my old life back. I-I," I couldn't even finish my sentence before my sobs got louder.

"Devina, where are you? I'm coming." I heard a door slam shut through the phone and tried to control myself.

"She doesn't care," I whispered.

"Who? Dev please tell me where you are so I can come get you. I'm your knight in shining armor, remember?" I laughed, choking on my tears a little but I still managed to laugh. "There we go, there's your beautiful laugh. Now, where are you?"

"In my room." Another pound on the door made me jump to my feet. "I think she's going to get in. Oh God, I don't know what she'll do if she gets in." I ran over to my dresser and held my phone up to my ear with my shoulder. "Zane, if anything happens to me you have to take care of Mr. Freddles, okay? I'm not joking. He can't die." I stroked the side of his tank and another tear made its way down my cheek.