Mila **Completed**

3.

"....Wish the cops would have found that girls body.."

"...Would stop wasting her life.."

"...She is really gone."

I feel my breathing become more and more rapid as my mothers words replay in my head. I feel the hot tears well up in my eyes and the slowly start to run down my face as sobs rock my body. I slowly slide down the wall till I was sitting on the stairs, putting a hand over my mouth trying to keep the loud sobs from escaping my body. 

The last thing I needed was for my parents to see me laying on the stairs bawling because of something my cold-hearted mother said about my best friend who disappeared years ago. As I lay on the floor I cant help but think about what the hell was going on in my mothers brain to make her think that it was okay for her to say something like that. She didn't even wait till I got to my room. It's almost like she wanted me to hear what she had to stay. She timed everything perfectly, almost liked she had planned it. Planned for me to hear what she said, planned for me to have a break down on the stairs on the way to my room.

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"Quinn, it's time to get up sweetie, it's your first day of work!" My bitch of a mother basically yelled as she walked into my room

"I'm already up Marla." I replied with a roll of my eyes, trying to gauge her reaction of me calling her by her first name instead of mom. But to be able to have the title of mom you have to actually care about your kids and not just their physical state but their mental as well. 

"What did you just call me?" She replied after she got over her fake ass hurt expression

"I called you Marla, your name, it is your name isn't it? Or did you lie to me about that too?" I asked sarcastically noticing that I struck a nerve by the look on my mothers face

"What are you talking about sweetheart?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice 

"You know what I'm talking about." 

"That's funny that you assume that because I honestly don't know what you are talking about." 

"That's bullshit!"

"Watch your mouth."

"You have no room to tell me to watch my mouth, especially after what you said last night." As I finished the last sentence I noticed her face go from pissed to genuinely shocked.

"Quinn I-"

"No, no, don't give me a fucking excuse! You know what you said and you know you meant for me to hear it. Why else would you have said it before I even made it to my room, you knew I wasn't out of earshot!" I yelled expecting her to say that she was sorry, that she didn't mean what she said, but instead she stood there with her mouth hanging half way open in a some what shocked expression. But the thing that made me leave, the thing that made me realize that she meant every word she said was the way that she refused to make eye contact with me. The way she couldn't even look at me, couldn't even have the decency to say that she was in the wrong.