“And pretend this never happened?” she completed, dropping him in a haste. “Fine” she hissed. “Be pathetic. Go and pretend. I don’t care anymore”
Jim just whined, staying where he now lie on the floor.
It would take him awhile, but he could pretend. He could pretend this never happened, that his mother didn’t hate him, that she didn’t just try to snap his neck.
He could pretend that his mother was a nice woman, who had her arms around him, who shushed his wails and read him stories at night.
He could pretend.
But that didn’t mean it was easy.