CATHERINE
The ride to school was another nightmare I couldn't stand. Maybe… just maybe, I would let Richard know that riding along with Lucy to school wasn't so fun for either of us.
She was sitting in the back of the car with me, her face still slightly swollen from my mother's slap, though she had buried the bruising under layers of expensive concealer.
She spent the entire fifteen-minute drive trying to poke at me. "So, Catherine," she drawled, checking her reflection in a compact. "How's your mother? Is she enjoying the 'private' time Richard gave her? I hear he was very... thorough with his discipline."
I stared out the window, watching the trees blur into a smear of grey. I saw my mother this morning and asked her how it went down with Richard. She told he was angry and only scolded her for a while. Probably Lucy had no idea of the conversation and was trying to make me think Richard laid his filthy hands on Lisa.
