ADDISON “Oh my god, Addison Marie Andrews! What have you done?” My eyes shoot open in horror. No, no, no. This is not happening right now. My heartbeat starts to race. I need to start locking doors. I’ve had too many people walk in on me in compromising situations. “Melinda, get the hell out of her bedroom right now,” Zeth growls next to me. He taps my stomach, telling me to stay put. I gulp. I’m too terrified to look up. I don’t want to see the look on my mom’s face. I watch Zeth, the blankets covering up half my face. He wraps a sheet around his waist, careful not to uncover me, and gets out of bed. My mom gasps. “You will not tell me what to do,” she says to him, anger driven with each word. “Addison, get up right now and look at me. Explain yourself.” I’m a chicken shit. I’ll admit it. I’d rather get my fingers cut off one by one than face her right now.
