Broken Dreams (Spiraling Book 2) by H.L. Karhoff

Author:H.L. Karhoff [Karhoff, H.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-13T06:00:00+00:00

Twenty-One

Mom stood beside the king-size bed, her belly brushing against a large box. She reached into the box, retrieved a tiny blue jumper, folded it, and set it on the bed. I hesitated in the doorway, my hand raised to knock.

Why am I doing this? She’s just going to lecture me. Maybe I should act like everything’s fine. She can’t stay mad at me forever, right?

Mom glanced at the door.

Crap.

“Hello, Victoria.” Mom lifted another newborn gown from the box. “How can I disappoint you this evening?”

I dropped my hand and stepped into her room. “You didn’t disappoint me, Mom.”

“It certainly appeared that way.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I went to a lot of trouble planning that party and you acted like a spoiled, ungrateful brat the entire time.”

“Except for Joy, none of the girls you invited are my friends, Mom,” I said. “They don’t even like me.”

“Kennedy Phillips has been your best friend for years.”

“Not anymore.”

Mom turned to face me. “Since when?”

“For a while.”

“You two have been inseparable since kindergarten, Tori. Don’t tell me you let something silly get between you.”

I frowned. “It wasn’t silly.”

“I’m sure whatever happened couldn’t have been that bad. You probably overreacted. Have you thought about apologizing?”

So, you assume it’s my fault? I scowled. Why wouldn’t it be? I’m a spoiled, ungrateful brat, right? Nice to know what you really think of me, Mom. My eye twitched and tears pressed against the bridge of my nose.

Mom’s attention returned to the stupid box of stupid baby clothes. I meandered out of the room feeling worse than I had before apologizing. The guilt had gone, replaced by the same disappointment I felt every time I talked to my mother. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed the new cordless phone off the charger and carried it into the backyard.

“Hello?” Devon answered the phone.

“Hi, sweetie,” I replied.

“Hey, baby doll. What’s wrong?”

“So, my mom threw this surprise party for me and . . .” I told him everything that had happened at the party. “I felt bad, so I told my mom I was sorry, and she called me an ungrateful brat. She says I’m spoiled, and it’s my fault Kenn and I aren’t friends anymore because there’s no way Kenn did anything wrong. I must have overreacted about something stupid the way I always do.”

“It’s not your fault,” Devon said, his voice soft and comforting. “You know that. You didn’t overreact. And it’s not your fault your mom invited a bunch of bitches to your birthday party. Or that they antagonized you. I don’t blame you for hiding. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you from those assholes.”

“You couldn’t.” I sniffled.

“Don’t cry, baby doll. It’ll be all right.”

“I’m just . . .” I sobbed. “I’m so sick of this place. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Do you want me to come get you?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “I’ll tell my mom I’m going for a walk or something.”

“I’ll be right there.” He was quiet for a moment before he added, “I love you, baby doll.

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