"Get out here, you piece of shit!" "I know it was you! You heartless bastard!" "My Josh is about to take his college entrance exams—you cut my power, cut my internet—you're trying to destroy his whole future!" "What's your problem?! You're just jealous my son's going to Harvard!"
She pounded on the security door, bang bang bang.
I stayed silent. Just watched her perform.
That's when her precious son, Joshua James, strolled out.
Designer clothes head to toe. Black-rimmed glasses. Looking every bit the polished scholar.
But the moment his eyes flicked toward my door, contempt flickered across his face. The corner of his mouth curled down.
When he spoke, the arrogance in his bones showed through.
"Mom, why even bother with bottom-feeders like him?"
He glanced at my door with open disdain.
"People who can't make it themselves can't stand seeing anyone else succeed."
"Once I get into Harvard, we're out of this dump. Never have to breathe the same air as this trash again."
Rachel latched onto his words like a lifeline: "Exactly! My son's absolutely right!"
Her voice cranked up another notch.