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"Are you stupid Vylia?!" My mom slapped me across the face with wrath written all over her face.
"Did you just try to commit murder to someone?! Are you crazy?!? I just leave you to live independently in your own apartment for a month-I-I TRUSTED YOU'D NEVER DO SOMETHING NOTORIOUS AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS?" She yelled for what seemed like on the top of her lungs and I heaved out a sigh. I rest my chin on the palm of my hands as my elbow leaned on the rusty-like metal table. My butt does not like the way this metal chair flattens my ass.
No time to be thinking about weird Vylia. Geez.
"Look mom. I didn't mean to beat him up till he's half-dead, I just wanted to teach him a-"
"SO YOU PLAN TO BEAT HIM UP IN THE FIRST PLACE?" She intervened with full force and started to rest both of her elbows on the table massaging her temples. I cracked my knuckles trying to restrain myself from yelling back at her for not trying to listen to me first. I hate people. Do they ever listen?
I'm glad I met a guy who would.
"I'm sorry okay! The police officer told me I'd be released after a week so stop yelling at me!!" I exclaimed and threw my hands up in the air already giving up. I tried telling you mom, dont tell me I didnt try.
"Be thankful your just in your mid-teens or else your ass could've ended up in jail with a bunch of macho-looking moronic men trying to beat you up!!"
Well that's expected. I just let out another sigh and drift my gaze away from her irated eyes. I heard we got only 10 minutes left to speak, are we not done yet?
*Beeeeeeep*
"Time's up Ma'am. Please leave" An officer came in and placed his free hand on his belt lazily. My mom glared at him and stood up.
"Do you know who you're talking to? I'm her mother. So I can STAY AND TALK TO HER FOR AS LONG AS I LIKE." She stood firmly on the ground infront of me with clenched fist. That's my mother alright.
Bet you'd guess where I got my demeanor from. I sighed and stood up attempting to place my hand on her shoulder to stop her but the officer continued.
"Rules are rules ma'am. You need to leave before I force you out myself." He stood up straight, laziness washed off from his current form preparing for worst. I finally placed my hand on her shoulder and chuckled.
"Ma, enough. I'll see you in a week" Another man came in to drag me back to my jail and mom immediately turned around bewildered.
"Dont hurt her please!"
Oh dear mom. You know I wont let them.
~*~
I stretched my arms and legs with a yawn. My body hurts from all the stress lately, am I becoming old? Grandma Vylia, hah.
Yesterday sure was a ruckus. After being released my mom was waiting outside for me. Thinking she waited for so long to hug me and cry on my shoukder like a usual mother would do, she had to orate to me a whole fucking sermon and slap my shoulders like she always does. Thanks mom. When it reached 10 o'clock, only then, ONLY THEN can I rest my amazing body from this torture. Why must my mom be the cruel one in this house, and thanks to that, I'm now grounded like a little kid.
I got up and cracked my neck by tilting it sideways while going to the bathroom. Fuck my life. I guess I'll always stay this way. Atleast I'm only grounded for a week so that makes 2 weeks in boring hell. Including my time in jail.
"I FORGOT TO TELL YOU YESTERDAY." I immediately jumped away startled by the sudden noise that appeared out of nowhere as I leave the bathroom.
"M-mom! DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT." I glare at her with a passion and sighed. She raised her eyebrow at me like I'm the only girl in this house.
"Oh. So me yelling is even more scarier than staying in jail." I rolled my eyes at her statement and finally prepared myself for the next consequence she's about to give.
"What is it Ma."
"Oh right." She cleared her throat and I crack my knuckles at the suspense.
"No more car for you. I took your keys and you will no longer have this car until I tell you to have it." She stated with affirmation and finally walked into the bathroom closing the door.
Well shit.
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