[70] I Inherited Being Dramatic From My Mother's Side

“Get out!”

My mother was in hysterics, her hands outstretched towards Markus. I could tell she just had her nails done, the tips of her nails were sharpened and dyed a deep red. My father was smarter, he slipped his arms under my mother’s arms and stopped her from hurting us. If she had been an animal, you could tell she was probably foaming at the mouth by this time.

“Get out!” She screamed again, her saliva hitting me square in the face. Crinkling my nose, I lift my arm up to wipe it off. Disgusting. “Get out, both of you!”

Markus fixed his collar, looking at my mother straight in her eyes.

“We would gladly do just that,” He then looked around the room. His eye