For a while, Lina stared at her son, wondering if he was serious or not.

"I ready don't want to repeat what I said," Liam mumbled, gazing away from her. "You need to leave."

"I am your mother," Lina whispered, clutching her fist.

"Remember the days in the darkroom, when I was screaming to be let out, I needed you to be my mother then or when Anthony and Levi left bruises on my skin and made me bleed, I wanted you to be my mother…"

"Liam…"

"There were so many instances that are needed you so desperately to realize that I am your son and put me first! But...