"I'm not saying he deserves--deserved...to die, but he didn't exactly do the best job of being the man of the house." She shook her head. This was crazy. This was all just...an insanely horrible nightmare. Or at least, she wished it was, but she was way too aware of things right now for this to be a dream.
"You...you slept with my mom? And, what, I'm supposed to be okay with this?" Now, she wasn't so sad and crying, now, she was kind of starting to get pissed off. She could handle that better, it was easier being mad. She stood up and crossed the room to where he stood, "Do you even realize how fucked up everything you just told me is, Tate? What the fuck is wrong with you?" she shoved him in the chest, as hard as she could, "How could you see this as turning out okay? How could you have ever thought this would be right?"