"See you later Justin" I smiled hugging him.
After my encounter with Austin we left to the movies. Leaving the tattoo for another day. We then shopped for a bit. Ate. Went to his house. Cuddled. And I decided it was time for me to leave so that my parents don't get so bitchy again.
"Tomorrow babe" and he was gone. I stayed outside till his car was out of sight. How did I get so lucky with him.
After a while of thinking of how Justin's so perfect I entered, all lights off. I tipi-toed inside not making a sound then
Click.
I stopped and closed my eyes. I failed. The lights where on and my mother was near the light switch. Now to be prepared for a 5 hour long speech. Again.
"Rebbeca Marie Gomez. What the living hell are you doing out this late? And to make it worse skip half of school again? You know I'm not having such good days lately, make an effort to at least make better decisions. Who where you with huh?" She whispered remembering that it's like 2 am.
"I know, I know, and I know. I just went out with Justin. No biggie" I responded rolling my eyes. I left my bag on the couch as I lazily fell on it letting out a sigh.
"What do you mean 'No biggie'?" She paused to grab her face sitting slowly on the couch. "I told you already Rebbeca, he's no good"
"Again with this mom?!"I whispered/yelled. "I love him, he's a good guy"
"Becky? Why do you smell like smoke again?" She sniffed looking at me. I just looked down waiting for her scolding. "Oh god. Come on? I thought you already overcame your addiction to smoking?" She said as her voice cracked. She was about to cry. I don't like to see my mom cry, I don't think anyone wants to see their mother cry.
I went to rehab because of my addiction to smoking. Yes, justin is the one who convinced me to take my first cigarette but it wasn't his fault. It was mine for all I know, I chose to start it, I chose to keep on doing it. He told me to stop because he doesn't want me to get addicted like he is.
"I'm sorry ma, it's just so. I don't know how to describe it. I'm sorry. It's my fault." I said getting up to comfort my mom. I hate seeing her this way.
"You smell like shit" ouch. "Get your clothes and pack up"
I suddenly tensed up. P-pack up?
"But why?"
"We're moving to Texas"
"T-t-texas? What p-part of Texas?" I stuttered.
"La Vernia" that's where Austin lives. Oh my fucking god.
"We're leaving first thing tomorrow"
"W-hat?! That quick?! Don't you have to get the tickets pack up, do many things first?!" I shouted.
"Oh please Rebbeca, I know that! I planned moving like weeks ago!" She replied going upstairs to my room.
"What!!? And you haven't told me so that I could get ready and say goodbye to all my friends??" I followed screaming at her. She ignored me.
"Becky, what friends? They're just people that are going to leave you without a second thought. They'll be okay without you. now help me." That helps alot.
'Fine. But don't expect me to become better be having there. I'll become worse. Let's see how long we'll stay there' I thought. I wouldn't say that she'll just get more mad then she is. But trust me we won't be there for long.
