EMMA
"Off to spread your legs as usual?"
I stopped in my tracks. Ever since I'd started sleeping in the triplets' room, Sharon had been popping up everywhere like some evil jack-in-the-box.
I moved to the left, and she followed, blocking my path.
"You know..." she said, her eyes glittering with malice. "I'm not surprised. It's no news that your mother was a slut. My, my, the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree."
My pulse pounded in my ears. I could take in everything—every insult, every hurt, every pain but I would never allow anyone slander my mother. If I only I knew that this was a trap.
"You don't know anything about my mother," I said sharply. "So shut up about her."
"And what if I don't?" Sharon hissed.
I sucked in a deep, ragged breath and turned to leave but Sharon was quicker. She clamped down on my shoulder, yanked me back and spun me around.
I dug my nails into my palm to stop myself from smacking her in the face—something I badly wanted to do.
