Silence filled the living room as June sat on the sofa with her eyes closed. Her chest and head were hurting a lot from everything that had transpired within the last hour or so.
She sat motionless without saying a word, while Mathew sat across from her with a worried expression. He couldn't bear to look at her, for she seemed to be on the verge of breaking down in tears.
She tried to stay strong, but the pressure kept building up inside her, and it was hard to hold herself together for any longer. Her thoughts went back to what she said and did after finding out about her son's sexual relationship with her daughter.
As soon as Andrew left their house with Jessica, June felt lost in an empty void as if there was no point in living anymore. She couldn't understand how things went to hell so quickly.
Everything happened too fast for her mind to process, and now, she just sat there with nothing but sadness and regret filling her soul.
'Why? Why did things turn out like this? I love my son so much... He's my everything, my life... Yet, he said those hurtful words to me! I thought I raised him right! So why did he say that I chained him? That I restricted him? Didn't I just want the best for him? That I was trying to prevent him from having a life full of trouble and suffering? So why did things come to this point? Am I wrong in the first place? Should I not have acted that way towards him?'
While she was drowning deep in her thoughts, June opened her eyes, looking at her husband's anxious expression, and she thought to herself, 'No, I didn't raise my son wrongly. There is no way it happened. He might have felt that way, but he never voiced it to me. Instead, he chose to keep it hidden until he snapped like that.'
At this, June became more convinced that it wasn't her fault. If she really had caused the issues, Andrew would have confronted her earlier or something. He would have never kept it in his heart for such a long time.
'So, why? Why did he become so rebellious and resentful of me now? Why did he turn into the total opposite of my loving son?'
When it came to that, June recalled what the trigger of his behavior was. She remembered what he said about being unable to do anything he wanted with Jessica because of being a brother and how Jessica being a model turned her into a slut.
'That's right! The reason he snapped was because of Jessica! Andrew loves his sister so much that he couldn't bear her getting involved with men while he stayed back, unable to do anything... That's why he lost his composure and exploded like that!'
Recalling the whole event, June clenched her fists and glared at Mathew, who had been trying to figure out a way to console her for the last few minutes.
'If only Mathew had objected to Jessica's request and convinced her to give up on being a model, then Andrew would never have gotten so angry at me like that!' June thought and became even more irritated. 'It's all Mathew's fault for supporting Jessica!'
The more she thought, the angrier June got, and she felt the urge to let out her frustration. She wanted to release all the negative emotions brewing within her body.
'Yes, it's all because of this bastard! If not for his support towards Jessica, I would never have ended up being treated as an evil mother who made her son suffer! And even if Jessica really wanted to become a model, he could have controlled her better instead of letting her have her way at all times! If not for him, my son would still be the sweet and caring boy like before! If he hadn't been like this, everything would have been alright!'
After reaching this conclusion, June glared even more at Mathew, who was getting uncomfortable under her fiery gaze.
As they locked eyes with one another, June wanted to curse her husband, saying how he failed his role as a father. But when she opened her mouth to speak, she found herself unable to voice any words, as if some kind of power prevented her from speaking them out loud.
'I... I... I can't blame everything on him. Yes, it's his fault for supporting Jessica, but I too am at fault for not paying enough attention to my daughter's activities. She did all these crazy things, yet I never stopped her from doing whatever she wanted... It's partly my own fault too... Argh, I... I...'
As more thoughts flooded June's mind, she clenched her teeth and stood up abruptly from the sofa. She saw Mathew's startled expression, but she ignored him.
Instead, she walked into her bedroom, leaving one last thought as she exited the living room: 'If only you weren't such a pushover husband, I wouldn't be feeling all this frustration!'
And with that, June slammed the door to her bedroom, not wanting to look at her husband any longer.
However, after doing so, she leaned against the door and slumped down to the floor with both her hands covering her face as tears started flowing down her eyes.
She had a hard time keeping herself together while trying to hide her sorrow. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it when memories of Andrew and Jessica leaving their house earlier began to appear in her mind.
Seeing that scene had broken her heart, and there was no way she could stop herself from crying.
So, she silently wept, wishing for everything that happened this morning to be a nightmare that she would wake up from at any moment.
"Andrew, I don't want you to hate me... I don't want you to call me a bad mother... I'm so sorry, my son..." June whispered softly to herself as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
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