Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Emma's POV

Sharon and Ethan's mom appeared before my eyes. I was half naked and wrapped up between the covers on the bed.

"I don't believe my eyes," Ethan's mom started as she walked into the room and her eyes locked on me.

"I told you that we'd find her here. Here's the little black prostitute who seduced your son— my fiancee!" Sharon butt in, holding her chest as if she had just swallowed a very large pill.

"You're a shameless maid who'll do anything to get some money, even if that means sleeping in bed with your employer," Ethan's mom said with a hard look on her face. "You're disgusting and you disgust me. I'm giving you five minutes to get up and get out of my son's house!"

I was stunned. So stunned that I couldn't speak. I couldn't wrap my mind around what, and who, was in front of me.

"I said to get up!" her voice echoed throughout the room.

I pulled the sheet around me as I stood. She moved closer to me and Sharon tailed right behind her.

"Now you listen to me. You don't belong here, so don't even try. You think you can just spread your legs for my son and weasel your way into this family? This family has standards that you couldn't even dream of meeting. Sharon is his fiancee and she'll remain his fiancee."

I felt her breath on my face as I squinted my eyes. "Ethan will hear about this," I said  and reached for my phone, but she was already at it.

She threw it to the floor and smashed into it with her heels continuously until it was nothing but crushed glass underneath her feet.

Sharon smirked.

could you? What have I ever done to you?" I cried as I remembered

as my daughter-in-law. So, get out of my

leave him... I'm p—" but she cut me off with a slap across my face, then another and another. I

girl. You came here and corrupted my husband and pit him against me while you spread your legs for him. He's

you tried to steal from him!" I cried out, holding my face while standing and looking at Mrs. Hollen, hoping that she

harshly at me as if she were ready to kill.

you have no idea what you're talking about. What

covered my

had enough of this!" Mrs. Hollen cut in and then dragged me to the floor. I fell

was thinking about only my child at that

get up and leave my son's house. You're not welcome here. He already has a fiancee, you

bedroom and I rushed to stand. Mrs. Hollen shoved me towards the stairs and

in sight. I yelled for her but Sharon covered my mouth and pushed me hard towards the main door and out on the pavement where a black van was parked. It reminded me of the types of vans that kidnappers used

did everyone

revving engine. I pounded heavily on the interior body of the vehicle, screaming that they stop and let me go and that Ethan would have their heads if anything bad was to come to me. The driver

to cry when my arms got tired from the pounding and my throat was aching from the constant screaming and shouting. What had I ever done to Mrs. Hollen to deserve this treatment and banishment from her? It was true that she was very rude at the auction in Miami, but I realized would have to accept

I wouldn't do such a thing to my employer. The situation wasn't anything like how she described it. Ethan came to dislike Sharon and got attached to me. I admit, I did feel things for him while he was still engaged to her, but I would never wreck her home. She paved the way for that herself— she and her selfishness and greed.

driving, the vehicle finally came to a stop.

 What if he rapes

feet but I was trembling like a wet dog. It was dark and cold and there were lots of old trees in

back into the van and drove away with a speed.