“Surprise,” Kael said. “Your mom invited me. She said you needed more ‘positive male influences.’”
“I thought I was protecting you from your own anger. I didn’t see that I was feeding you to a wolf wearing a smile. A mother who is lonely is a mother who is blind. I am sorry. It will never happen again.” my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna introv work
Every time I tried to warn my mother, Kael was one step ahead. “Mr. Introv has been acting really paranoid lately, Mrs. Introv. I think he’s stressed about exams. He even accused me of stealing his shoes.” My mother frowned at me. “You told me he pushed you into a locker.” “See?” Kael shrugged sadly. “Delusions.” “Surprise,” Kael said
It was Kael. My bully. Sitting at my kitchen table, drinking my mother’s homemade iced tea, wearing that crooked smirk I’ve wanted to punch off his face for five years. I didn’t see that I was feeding you
“Such a polite young man,” she said one evening, after Kael helped her fix a leaky faucet. “Why don’t you ever bring him over?”
Kael didn’t try to date my mother—that would have been too obvious. Instead, he became the son she wished she had. He brought her flowers. He listened to her talk about my father’s departure for hours. He called her “the most brilliant woman I know” while I sat silently, choking on my own rage.