There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

face. She laughed wildly, head thrown back, swaying a little on her stilettos.
Randall couldn’t say or do anything in front of all those people, but even I
could tell he was shaking with rage.
That was the first night we spent in the red brick house. From down the hall
in my new bed, I could hear the familiar sounds of my mother fucking. I was
used to her theatrical shrieks of pleasure and even the banging of the bed
against the wall. That night there were other sounds: slaps and screams.
In the morning, the left side of her face was more swollen than mine. She sat
at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee and glaring at Randall, who ordered
her to make him some eggs, then calmly sat down to read the paper.
She got up and made the eggs, scrambling them in a frypan. Then she walked
over to Randall and dumped them in his lap. He hit her again, so hard that she
slammed into the wall and fell behind the table, sobbing pitifully.
Randall might have been older, but he was tall and heavily built, with palms
harder than iron.
I threw myself on top of her, blubbering and begging Randall to stop.
That was one of the last times I had pity for my mother. She wore mine out
not long after Randall’s.
Seeing how she treated him with open contempt, deliberately angering him,
and then how she would crawl back to him whenever she needed something,
sitting on his lap and talking in a baby voice, feeding him sips of her drink,
destroyed my last shreds of respect for her.
Randall hates her, but he’s also obsessed with her. He says he’ll kill her
before he ever lets her leave him.
I don’t know whether it’s worse when they’re fighting or when they gang up
on me.
They’re both home all the time. Randall retired right before he met my
mother, and she’s never held down a job unless she absolutely had to. Her
only piano students were those who would put up with our succession of
shitty apartments and her constant canceling of lessons.