Jack rushes to the phone and picks it up. His face is deadly pale and sweat is dripping all over his body. I can see fear and panic in Jack's eyes knowing that our worst fears have come true.
"Hello?" Jack asks as he tries to act as calm as possible.
I can feel my heart in my throat as Jack listens to our mother speak on the phone. I did not need to have my ears on the phone for our mother's voice is louder than a bomb.
"Are you fucking your sister?" I hear our mom hiss on the phone.
Jack remains quiet. Fear has twist his tongue and made Jack worse than useless.
Taking the phone away from Jack's hand, I clear my throat and start to talk on the phone.
"Mom," I said in a nonchalant voice. "Whatever you have heard about us is a..."
"Can it slut!" I hear our mother hiss. "Don't try to play all innocent and caring! I know you and your piece of shit brother are having a relationship! I know you two are fucking!"
I am completely paralyzed by our mother's words. She never calls me a "slut". Nor call her only son a "piece of shit". In fact, she has been nothing but a caring woman. I cannot believe the woman who is hissing on the phone is our mother.
"How did you find out?" I ask in a low voice.
"A little bird told me." Our mother hisses into the phone. "I have heard so much horrible shit in my time. But you two are probably the worse."
I feel a horrible blow hit my heart as hot streams of tears trail down cheeks. As much as I try, I wanted to stay strong and keep my pride as a woman. But hearing these vulgar words coming out of our mother mouth is just too much.
"I'm sorry." I spoke in a weak and pathetic voice.
"Don't you dare!" Our mother continues to hiss. "Don't you dare cry! You have made your bed and now you have to fucking sleep in it! Tomorrow I want you, and you're brother, to come to my house. We will discuss how we deal with this...abomination."
She hangs up the phone.
As silence takes over the whole apartment, I feel as if I have betrayed the whole world for my own selfish needs. That I deserve all the insults in the world for what I have done.
I am worse person in the world.
The pain is too much for me to bear. I feel my tears gushing out of my eyes as I fall onto my knees. I feel the guilt becoming worse with each passing second as I become something worse than dirt.
"Jenny?" Jack asks as he walks up to me. "Jenny...everything will be okay. I swear to you..."
I feel Jack's ruff hands touching my back.
"Don't touch me!" I hiss.
Jack staggers back with terror in his eyes.
"Just..." I breathe in heavily. "Just don't touch me. Please don't touch me right now."
Getting up from the floor, I walk towards the master bedroom and shut the door. I fall onto the bed and cover myself with the bed sheets. From there, I cry my eyes out till I fall to sleep.
***
The morning sun seep through the curtains of the master bedroom. Hitting my eyes, I roll over to the other side of the bed and try to go back to sleep. I almost went back to sleep when I heard Jack yelling on the phone.
"Fuck you, cocksucker." Jack yells. "You fuck with us, we fuck you right back."
Getting up from bed, I put on my red bathrobe and exit the master bedroom. Jack is pacing around the living room wearing nothing but his blue jeans. He is on his smartphone as he continues to yell.
"Well you should of thought of that before you sold us out! And if you want me to wreck your life even more, you just have to open your mouth."
Jack shuts off his smartphone and put it in his pocket. Taking in a deep breath, Jack looks up at the ceiling then right at me.
"What did you do?" I ask in a low voice.
Jack gives me a hostile glare that belongs to a Tiger. I know he is not going to hurt me. But I know he has just hurt someone very close to us.
Or was close to us.
"I send the photos of James's to his parents and put it on facebook."
"What!" I gasp.
"You heard me." Jack said in a hostile growl. "I took care of that faggot and made him a pariah."
I stare at Jack with disbelief.