Lilith, ever the actress, held her daughter close as tears streamed down her face as she said, "Mario, I know that Tara and I have disrupted your life, but our home is under renovation and we truly have nowhere else to go. …"
Mario's expression darkened instantly. He grabbed my arm roughly as he growled, "What’s wrong with you? You’re an adult and you’re picking a fight with a child?"
"Apologize to Tara right now, or no one is sleeping tonight!" he threatened.
His grip tightened painfully on my wrist and Mario's face twisted in a menacing scowl to threaten me.
[They usually waited until after the baby had been born to show their true colors]. I had once read that line online, but back then, it hadn’t resonated with me. After all, Mario had been so good to me. His act was so good that it had covered up all the warning signs.
However, those words had now been like a bullet to my chest. I was the fool, the clown in this tragic circus.
"Release me!" With a gloomy face, I yanked my arm free from Mario's hold and asked, "Why should I?"
Then coldly I added, "She's the one who has no discipline and touched my things without permission!”