Anovel of My motherś ex chapter 3 by authoress rose
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Matthew’s roar echoed through the small motel room as he burst through the door. Behind him, David, Lucas, Ethan, and Zachary flooded in, their eyes wild with fury.
Rylee bolted upright, yanking the sheets up to cover herself. Theo, startled climbing down from Rylee body, his penis hanging straight out , he scrambled back against the headboard, his face pale.
“He had his dick in our sister?” David asked his fist tightening.
“Oh my fucking gawd!” Lucas groaned as he squatted in frustration
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“You’ve got some nerve!” Matthew growled, storming toward the bed. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“Stop it!” Rylee shouted, throwing herself in front of Theo. She spread her arms wide, her voice trembling with desperation.
“Don’t you dare touch him, Matthew!”
“Move, Rylee,” Matthew barked, his tone cold and unyielding.
“No! I won’t let you hurt him!” she cried. Tears welled in her eyes as she glanced between her furious brothers and Theo, who looked terrified.
David stepped forward, his voice calmer but no less stern.
“Rylee, come home. We can talk about this later. Please.”
“I’m not going anywhere!” she shot back, her voice cracking.
“You can’t control me anymore!”
Lucas scoffed, stepping in beside Matthew.
“Control you? Are you serious? Look at what you’ve done, Rylee. You’re sneaking around with this guy, humiliating our family—”
“Humiliating?!” Rylee snapped, cutting him off. “I’m not a child, Lucas! I can make my own choices!”
“Not choices like this,” Ethan muttered, glaring at Theo.
“Not when it’s with someone who doesn’t even have the guts to stand up for himself.”
“Guys we can talk about this calmly” Theo said raising his hands in surrender.
“Stop it!” Rylee shouted again, her voice desperate. “Theo hasn’t done anything wrong! You’re all acting like monsters!”
Matthew took a threatening step toward the bed. “I’ll show you a monster.”
“No!” Rylee cried, pushing Theo behind her. “Matthew, please. Just go away! Leave us alone!”
But Matthew’s patience had snapped. Before anyone could stop him, he lunged forward. Rylee screamed, stepping in front of Theo again. Lucas, seeing the chaos unfolding, grabbed Rylee and pinned her arms to her sides.
“Let me go, Lucas!” she shrieked, struggling against his grip.
“I’m sorry, Lee,” Lucas muttered, his voice grim. “But you’re not stopping this.”
Rylee thrashed, tears streaming down her face, as Matthew’s fist connected with Theo’s jaw. The sickening sound of the punch echoed through the room, followed by Theo’s grunt of pain as he crumpled against the headboard.
“STOP IT!” Rylee screamed, her voice breaking. She tried to break free, but Lucas held her tight. “You’re going to kill him!”
Matthew didn’t stop. He grabbed Theo by the collar, hauling him up only to slam him back against the bed. Another punch landed, then another, until blood dripped from Theo’s nose and lips.
Rylee sobbed, her cries growing louder with each hit. “Matthew, please! I’m begging you! Stop!”
When Theo finally collapsed onto the bed, barely conscious, Matthew straightened. His chest heaved with anger, his fists bloodied.
“Get her out of here,” he growled, not even looking at Rylee. “Take her home.”
Rylee broke free from Lucas and rushed to Theo’s side, cradling his battered face.
“Theo,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’m so sorry.”
“Rylee,” David said softly, his tone almost pleading. “Please. Let’s go.”
She turned to her brothers, her eyes blazing with anger and pain.
“You’re all monsters,” she spat. “I hate you.”
Matthew scoffed. “Hate us all you want, but we’re not leaving you here.”
Before she could protest, Lucas and Ethan grabbed her arms. She thrashed and screamed, but they carried her out of the room, leaving Theo behind.
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The moment they stepped into the house, Rylee’s cries turned into furious accusations.
“Put me down!” she yelled, kicking against her brothers as they dragged her to the living room.
Her father, Michael, stood by the fireplace, his expression cold and unreadable.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice calm but dangerous.
“She ran away with her boyfriend,” Lucas said, releasing Rylee and stepping back. “We found her in bed with him.”
Rylee rounded on her brothers, her chest heaving with rage.
“They hit him!” she shouted, pointing at Matthew.
“They beat him senseless! I tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t listen!”
Michael’s eyes darkened. “Is that true?” he asked, his gaze shifting to Matthew.
Matthew crossed his arms, his jaw tight. “He deserved it.”
Before Michael could respond, Rylee cried out, “He didn’t deserve anything! They attacked him for no reason!”
“Rylee,” her mother, Victoria, interjected, her voice sharp. “You need to calm down.”
“No!” Rylee snapped, turning to her mother. “This is your fault too! You’ve all treated me like I’m some fragile little doll, and I’m sick of it!”
Michael stepped forward, his voice low and cold. “Go to your room, Rylee.”
“No!” she shouted, tears streaming down her face. “You’re always taking their side! They hit me dad! They’re the ones who ruined everything! Don’t you see blood on me daddy”
Michael’s hand twitched at his side, his anger barely contained. “Matthew,” he said, his voice like ice. “Did you hit your sister?”
“I didn’t ,” Matthew admitted, his voice steady. “And I’d never do it.”
Michael’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, it looked like he might strike Matthew.
Well he grabbed Matthew by the collar and landed a hard punch on his nose as blood dropped down But before he could land the next punch , Victoria stepped between them.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned, her voice low and fierce. “Matthew did what he thought was right. Don’t punish him for protecting his sister.”
“Protecting me?!” Rylee shrieked, her voice rising. “You call this protection? They’re just trying to control me! And you’re letting them!”
“Rylee, enough!” Victoria snapped. “You’re acting like a spoiled child!”
“I hate you,” Rylee hissed, her voice venomous. “I hate all of you.”
The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air.
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Hours later, the house was quiet. Rylee sat alone in her room, staring at her phone. The bruises on Theo’s face haunted her, and the sound of her brothers’ anger still echoed in her mind.
A notification buzzed on her screen. It was an email—from the university she had applied to weeks ago.
She opened it with trembling hands, her heart racing as she read the words.
Congratulations, Rylee Kingston. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into our program.
For a moment, everything else faded away. The yelling, the pain, the chaos—it all disappeared, replaced by a single, overwhelming thought.
She was leaving.
She smiled…………..