After briefly chatting with Rus, Tyler walked into the kitchen and saw his mother checking on the cake she had placed in the oven. If this were any other day, he would have thought of it as a touching moment, but after the stunt his mother pulled earlier, Tyler couldn’t help but frown. “Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to say something.”
“What are you playing at?” Tyler asked, his voice full of hostility. It was the first time in his life that he had ever felt so angry at his mother.
“What do you mean?” She asked pretending like she didn’t understand what he was talking about.
“I mean why in the hell are you making her fight 50 people tomorrow? Are you trying to sabotage me? Is that what you’re doing?” Tyler asked. He had thought about his mother’s reasons for why s
