34. Ryker
34
Ryker
W as I listening through the door?
Yes. Do I have regrets? Not really.
It took everything I had not to rip through the bedroom door and stand behind her for moral support. It’s evident now that Christine is still gaslighting and manipulating her after all these years. Like a good girl, she tried to stand up for herself, but I could hear her voice crack in defeat, when her fucking mother pushed back.
It makes me want to show her just how amazing and precious she is, so she knows and believes that she doesn't have to put up with that treatment, especially from someone that’s supposed to love her.
I can’t believe she showed up here in a neck brace. If I wasn’t sure before but I am now, she has no clue why her mom and I ended. At least not the whole story. I still regret leaving like I did, but I was angry and I let my emotions get the best of me.
Once I’m sure Christine is gone, I pull on my shirt and head for my girl, feeling the need to wrap my arms around her, but when I get to her, she wraps her arms around me , instead.
“Sorry about that.” Her shoulders slump as her body collapses into me.
“I’ve got you, baby.” She can lean into me all she needs and I’ll support her every time.
“She’s just lonely. I’m going to pick her up this weekend and we’re going to dinner. That should hopefully tide her over for a little bit.”
The fact that she feels she even needs to apologize for her mother, pisses me the fuck off. “Don’t apologize for her.” I’m treading a fine line and I know it. Christine is manipulative and narcissistic, but she’s still her mother and I know if I push too hard, she’ll push back twofold. “I know how she is. I’ve always known and you’ve done nothing wrong.”
She looks up at me with those big emerald eyes, wide and pleading. “I need a favor.” I already know what she’s going to ask. And now I see why her previous employer was so willing to fire her. “I’m scheduled at the club all weekend. Would you help get me out of one of the shifts, so I can do this thing with Mom? Please?”
I should say no, because she agreed to treat this like any other job, but I can’t make myself do it. “Okay, but you need to start setting some boundaries with her. She’s never going to stop walking all over you if you don’t.”
Leaning down, I put myself at eye level, looking her right in the eyes. “This will be the last time you adjust your work schedule for your mother, unless it’s an actual emergency. Am I understood?” The firmness in my voice leaves no room for argument.
“Yes, Sir,” she agrees through pursed lips. She wants to argue.
She’s so used to giving in to Christine, and if she can’t put a stop to it herself, I’ll help her. It starts here.
“Good girl, now let’s go home.”