Hundred and twenty eight

BECCA

“How did you know this place?” Mom suddenly asked.

“Mom...!” I screamed and turned to her.

How could she want to have the discussion with the situation at hand?

“Because you came here without me, you went in front and got this place. I said your grandmother’s hut therefore you must know that Clara is your grandmother and Rodriguez is your father.” She uttered looking at me.

“Yes mom, I know and I met my father. You lied to me, you lied about everything. You ran away from him. You ran away with his child because you couldn't accept that he was a hunter.” I screamed at her, looking at her in the eyes.

And then she did what I least expected, she slapped me.

“Mom!” I screamed with one of my hands on my burning cheeks looking at her. Tears built in her eyes looking at me as well.

“Everything I did was for you, only you. I never once thought of myself, I always thought of you. I didn't want you growing up to find out your father was hunting one of your kinds. The moment you