Losing It ~ TeenWolf

Part 27

Charlotte

I unlocked the front door and walked inside, I placed my helmet on the floor and looked around.

I sighed as I heard noises coming from the kitchen.

I didn't want to face Liam, not after the night I had.

Nolan had left and I had just spent the rest of the day in my room, I needed time to think and plan my moves carefully. Nolan had entirely rocked my world, I had no idea the link Monroe had to my past nor did I know why she wanted to kill me.

I slept at the hotel once again but left pretty much as soon as I woke up, I was ready to go back home but I still wouldn't stay for long, I had stuff to do.

I walked into the kitchen and I heard the gasp as it came out of my own mouth. My mother was sat on the island in the kitchen with a cup next to her and the newspaper in her hands.

She was the last person I expected to see.

"Oh, you're back. I was starting to believe you didn't live here anymore." She said bitterly as she picked up her cup and took an exaggerated sip.

"Stayed at a friends house." I said simply as I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of coke.

"Hm." She said seeming disinterested.

"Besides, you're the one who's never home." I said quietly, not quietly enough for her to mishear me, just quietly enough for me to make an impact without shouting.

"Excuse me?" She sounded appalled.

"You heard me."

"You have no right to talk to me like that, I put a roof over your head, food on the table and you have the audacity to talk to me like that?" She raised her voice.

I knew I had done it then.

In all fairness, at that point, I wanted a rise out of her, my meds stopped me from speaking out, made me timid and emotional but now I could get everything off my chest without feeling bad.

"It's not like we need you anyway, we'd be fine if you upped and left, we might even be better. Not having to deal with this shit when we come home. You didn't put a roof over my head at all, you sent me away for a quarter of my life, leaving me with nothing. Yeah, real good fucking job there, mum." By the end of my speech I was almost smiling, whereas my mother, well, she practically had smoke coming out of her ears.

"You will not talk to me like that in my home! You're just a.. just a slut!" She hesitated, she wanted to say it, she had been waiting to say it and I could tell but I guess then was just her opportunity and I could tell she enjoyed it.

"Well, fuck me for giving a shit, right? When you were passed out on the sofa I took care of Liam, I made sure he was dressed and ready for school, I made him lunch, hell, I even got a job to pay for food, at nine years old, that's when I started working to support the only person in the world who understood me, who loved me." I nearly had tears in my eyes but not because I was sad, because I was angry. I wanted to kill her, I did, I really did but I knew that Liam would never forgive me for that.

"You aren't taking your meds are you?" She accused, she always knew when I'd gone off them and it kind of annoyed me.

"They're bullshit." I looked at the ground.

"They help you. You need them." Even though she was a complete bitch, she was always serious when it came to my medication.

"Why do you care? It's not like you care about anything else in my life, why this?" I looked up at her again and her face had softened which was unsettling in so many ways.

"Because.. because I don't want you to end up like your father." She said as she stood up and poured the remainder of her drink down the drain.

She grabbed her bag and left the house before I could even get another word out.

What she said had hit me like a train. She was always harder on me than Liam, stricter rules, bigger punishments. Maybe this was why?

I put the unopened bottle of coke down onto the counter and walked out of the kitchen and to great inconvenience, Liam was stood at the bottom of the stairs wearing a pair of joggers.

"Hey.." he said awkwardly.

"I have shit to do." I said as I pushed past him and walked up the stairs, I heard him following after me.

I walked into my room and he did too.

"What was that about?" He asked.

I turned around to look at him. "As if you didn't hear already."

"Yeah, well, I just wanted to make sure-" he started.

"I don't want to talk about it." I interrupted and turned around to look at my bed.

The covers had been sorted and the pillows were neatly placed. My pills had been place on the nightstand and I almost grabbed them and threw them out of the window right then and there, but decided against it.

"Are you coming to school today?" He asked.

"Wait, what day is it?" I asked suddenly remembering that I hadn't turned my phone on in days.

"Friday." He said. "Are you going to come to school?" He asked after I didn't reply.

"No."

"But what about Theo and Stiles? They want to-"

"I don't want to talk about Stiles." I said.

It then occurred to me that I hadn't even thought about Stiles since he came to see me in my room. I was hit with a wave of guilt but I pushed it away, I didn't have time for distractions.

"Ok fine, what about lacrosse? Announcements are on Monday."

"Announcements for what?" I asked, turning around again.

"To see if you get to join the team."

"Oh.. I.. um.. don't really have time for that right now, I have a shit load of things to do." I said.

"Well, can I at least help? Scott too? Come on, you don't have to do everything by yourself." He offered.

"This is my shit, I have to clean it, alright?" I said as I ran my fingers through my hair.

He didn't say anything he just looked at me like a puppy, as if I had just told him off for something.

"Can you tell Amy to meet me down the alley by the library at 11, please?" I asked.

"Can't you do it, considering this is you 'Shit'?" He said coldly, which I deserved.

"Please, Li, I need to do this and I need her." I said.

He nodded.

"Thank you." I said.

He gave me a sorrowful look before he left my room. I suddenly felt angry, for no apparent reason, I felt my blood boiling. I think it was a combination of the fight with my mother and Liam trying to pry his way into my business.

I grabbed the pills from my bed side table and stared at them in my hands. I fist began to tighten and I released before too much damage could be coursed, a few dents here and there but nothing serious.

I walked into the bathroom and took the cap off the bottle, I threw it to the ground and stared at the small white pills in the orange container. Standing over the toilet, I ripped the bottle, all of the pills fell into the water and I smiled slightly, I was without responsibility.

I flushed the toilet and dropped the orange bottle.

I felt oddly free and it was exhilarating.