"It's nothing." She covered herself with the duvet, but I pulled it away.
"What do you mean, it's nothing? You clearly got hurt. Tell me what happened," I demanded.
"Linnea, let me have a moment," she groaned.
"No, I am not leaving until you say something. Where can we find that bastard? He's going to pay for this! Where can we find him? Tell me!" I half-yelled.
"Linnea!" she groaned, throwing me a glare. "Leave. Now!" she commanded, but I didn't listen and stood there.
"You won't leave? Should I leave the room for you?"
"I don't care what you do," I grumbled.
Mom got out of bed and went to the door. I followed her. "What are you—?"
She didn't allow me to finish my question and pushed me out of the room. She slammed the door in my face and locked it.
"Mom, this is not right. This is not what you promised me. You are breaking our deal. Don't get mad once I take action," I threatened, but she stayed silent.
