Tangled Love
CHAPTER 95

CHAPTER 95

I hear the door faintly open and I jolt awake, my head swaying a little from the sudden movement. I'dfallen asleep sat up with my head on Emily's bed and my neck throbs from the uncomfortable position. Iturn towards the door and immediately stand to my feet.

"What are you doing here?" I say, my fists clenching tightly. I stand in front of Emily's bed, guarding herfrom anyone who can hurt her further.

"Jake please, she's my daughter. I just want to see her." Emily's mum responds quietly. Her eyes driftover to Emily and one hand shoots up to her mouth in shock. I scoff at her actions.

"She's been in here almost two weeks and you decide to show up now. You're a terrible mother."

She doesn't respond from my harsh but truthful words. Instead her head falls forward in shame. Shelooks like a little kid being told off and I shake my head angrily. She doesn't care for Emily at all, in myeyes she's just as evil as Trevor. No mother should stand back and watch their child be beatensenseless by a thug twice their size.

"Jones shot her," I say angrily, remembering the night that haunts me every day. The way the gunshotfilled the room, echoing loudly. I can feel myself losing control and I inhale deeply, forcing myself to staycalm.

"Jones is her real father.” Emily’s Mum says quietly.

"She knows," I respond, fists clenching tightly in anger.

"Does she?" Her tone is shocked. Her eyes widen at me and I nod, clenching my jaw. She rubs herforehead, shaking vigorously. Her hands are trembling as she takes a seat near the door beforeopening her purse and pulling out a box of tablets. I watch as she pops open four pills and swallowsthem straight. No water.

My eyebrows rise at her actions and she immediately appears to calm down, her posture relaxing backinto the chair.

"You're a drug addict," I scoff, recognising all the symptoms. Her head snaps towards me and her eyeswiden due to being caught out.

"No! I — " she begins to protest and I hold my hand up, signalling for her to silence.

"I know a drug addict when I see one." I say bluntly, sitting back down into the chair next to Emily. Ihope to God she can't hear this conversation right now.

"What do you want? You should leave," I say firmly as I watch Emily. She looks so innocent, so caughtup in a world she doesn't deserve. She's beautiful and pure yet the people around her ooze evil anddanger . . . me included.

"I just want to see my daughter."

"You should have visited her two weeks ago! How can you call yourself a mother? You've abandonedher, she still needs you!"

She didn't flinch and instead calmly opens her bag before popping out another two pills and swallowingthem. I scoff at her and my laughter fills the room.

"You're actually unbelievable," I shake my head and run a hand through my hair.

"Get out."

My voice is serious, flat with no emotion.

She looks at me, bewildered, her eyes wide with confusion. I knows she's deciding whether she shouldstay or not. She takes one last look at Emily before standing up, taking the easy way out. A few

moments pass before she speaks again —

"I can pay for the room."

"I don't need your money, neither does Emily."

Without saying another word, she turns her back on her daughter, her only child and leaves the room.