Serving Up Submission

Chapter 2

*Sage's P.O.V.*

We are moving. To Britain. That just hit me like a ton of bricks.

Oh shit.

How is my mom going to take this?

Not good. Now I don't want to tell her. She's going to kill me! Maybe I should just not tell her..? No because then she would kill me, then resurrect me, then kill me again... then spit on my grave! Oh my gosh I'm so dead. No matter if I tell her or not, I'm going to die. I might as well tell her.

As I pull into my driveway, I see that my mom's car is in the driveway. I'd hoped she wouldn't be home so I could avoid telling her for a while. Maybe come up with a way to tell her that wouldn't be so straightforward. Oh well. Too late now, I guess. I better just get in there and tell her. Hopefully she will be in a good mood. Hopefully...

I opened the door and took my coat and shoes off. I walked into the kitchen, still hungry because I didn't eat at Jaycee's house, but also trying to avoid a run-in with my mom. As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I saw my mom seated at the table with her face buried in the double chocolate fudge cake that I made the other day.

"What the hell? I thought you were supposed to be on a diet?!" I yelled at her. "I made that for myself!"

"I'm only having a piece!" She yelled back, crumbs flying all over the counter.

"That definitely looks like more than one piece!" She had already eaten close to 1/4 of the cake, and it was not a small cake either.

"Well, I started with only a small slice... but it was so good! I have been craving chocolate cake since I started this awful diet, and when I came home and saw that you made some, I couldn't resist!" She explained. "And by the way," she said as she shoveled another big bite in her mouth, "you did a very good job making this. It's delicious!"

"Alright, stop eating it! What even happened with your diet?"

"I was just craving cake! I promise, this is a one time thing!"

"Whatever." I had to find a way to casually slip the fact that Jaycee and I would be moving to Britain soon, into our conversation. "You need to learn how to not be tempted. Soon, I won't be here to keep you in line."

There was a long pause. Oh no. "What are you talking about?" She asked after what seemed like forever.

How can I word this so it seems like a better idea than it probably is? "Jaycee and I are moving!" I blurted out. Way to go, Sage. What happened to wording it to let her down easy?

"What? Where? Like a house down the street? That would be a good idea! You could make some new friends! Oh, honey this is brilliant!"

"Mom, I'm glad you're happy about this, but we aren't just moving down the street."

"Well where else can you go? Sage, everything you have and will ever have is here. You can't move that far." She says. The confused look on her face is definitely not going to be confused for long, but change to one of anger.

"We decided that Ohio isn't for us. We are going to Britain." Now it's all on the table.

She just stares at me, open mouthed and flabbergasted. She stays silent, too, which is way scarier than having her yell at you.

"Britain?" She says after about a minute of silence. "What the fuck is in Britain that is better than staying here and having constant interactions with your family, who love you? By going there, what are you accomplishing other than disobeying your mother and father? Is going to Britain, starting over your entire life, and throwing away everything we have worked so hard to save and build up for you, worth it? You're risking everything your father and I have ever done for you, just to leave? Why the hell are you leaving, anyways? What is there that isn't here? By going there, you enter completely unknown territory and literally have to start from the bottom."

"Mom, I know this is hard bu-"

"You think this is hard?" She interrupted me, yelling now. "Your father and I have been scraping by, on the verge of bankruptcy, for your entire life! We put every single penny, that we didn't spend on food or rent, into a bank account just so you could, maybe, have a better life one day. But, obviously, all that effort and struggle was for nothing because now you just want to move to motherfucking Britain and waste all the hard work and strain we went through for you. What even brought this on? Did something happen at work? If so, you can always find a new j-"

"Mom, will you just listen to me?" I yelled back. I was tired of her yelling at me and always winning the arguments we had. "Nothing happened at work. But, yes. I will be finding a new job. When I do, it won't be in this shit town. We are moving to Britain and that is final. There isn't anything you can do or say to keep me here."

"I thought you liked living here? Do you really want to leave all the happy memories we shared when you were little? I remember when you were six years old and you scraped your-"

"Mom, that's exactly what I'm talking about. When was the last time we had a civil conversation and weren't screaming at each other? If I can't remember that, I for sure can't remember the last time we bonded over something, or even weren't yelling or mad at the other." Damn, I'm on a roll... Can't stop now. "I know this will be hard for you, me, and dad, but I just have to get out. I have lived in the same town, in the same house, in the same room for my entire life. It gets boring and I need to just leave."

"Sage, don't. You can't!"

"Mom, I have to! You don't get it!"

"No! I get it. Just leave."

What? "What do you mean?" My eyes start to tear up, just thinking of the possibilities

"Sage, get out! Go to fucking Britain where all your worries will just melt away and you can forget about all your problems. And then don't come back." By now, there are tear stains on both of our cheeks.

"Mom, what are you sayi-"

"Sage, just leave! That's what you wanted, right? My permission? Well now you have it, so get out of this house!" She says, in-between sobs. "Take your stuff to Jaycee's house. You can get an early start on moving."

"Mom I-"

"Sage go!"

"I-" I should just stop. "I'm sorry, Mom." With that, I saunter back through the kitchen, no longer hungry. I walk to the stairwell that leads up to the second floor, but can't bring myself to walk any further without breaking down. I sit on the third stair and just bawl my eyes out, full on sobbing.

Once I have calmed a little, I force myself to walk up the stairs and into my room. When I get in there, the first thing I do is call J. I need someone to listen.

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