The Unpredicted Ascendance Of Ashton Pearce

NERVE CRACKING

Rebecca Knowles had barely stepped out of the steamy bathroom when she heard the soft knock on her door. She ignored it at first, she had every hope that whoever it was would get the hint and leave her alone. She was not in the mood for another confrontation or conversation whatsoever, especially not after the exhausting encounter downstairs. But when the knock persisted, she clenched her jaw, knowing exactly who it was.

“Rebecca, honey, it’s your mother,” Mrs. Knowles called out, her voice was muffled through the thick wooden door.

Rebecca let out a sharp breath, then with a eye roll and a deep scrowl on her face, she wrapped her silk robe tightly around her body as she walked to the door. She was tempted to leave her mother standing there, but she knew that would only escalate the situation. She opened the door with an irritated huff, revealing her mother’s concerned face.

“What do you want, Mom?” Rebecca asked her mother when she opened the door, her tone was sharp and unforgiving