Chapter 44: She Is My Home

Abigail’s POV

“Where in the Hell have you been?” Momma screamed into the phone.

“Momma,” I tried to answer, but my throat was dry when I spoke. I felt like my tongue was swollen and was choking my words from reaching the air.

She didn’t care for my answer. “I called you all night last night! You must have a dozen missed calls from me and not once did you think to call back?”

“I can explain,” I started.

She still didn’t care what I had to say. I could have told her I was on fire at that moment or found the cure for cancer, and it all would be minor to the weight and importance her words carried.

“I don’t give a sh*t what bullsh*t explanation you have, Abigail!” She cried.

Two swears in one sentence meant Momma was fuming. Even in her fits of rage, she kept her swearing to a minimum because it “was not ladylike.” She was probably so loud that her voice pounded through her house’s walls and traveled to the neighbors.