Four days later.
"Be careful" I say he always throws ball in wrong direction.
"You too" he says, he deliberately let's the ball slip his hand.
"Hey, I always throw and catch perfectly, it's always you who never let's me make a record."
"You never do" he argues.
"You're just five year old, watch your mouth" I point my index finger.
"You're just two and zero year old, I'm big in that way" he reply my jaw drop
"Mom! where is he learning this all from" I yell so she'll listen from kitchen.
"He watches some shows that shows how to argue" she reply.
"And you let him watch?" I ask being offended, and play with ball back and forth with mick.
"Mick, tell her you've got beaten by me for watching those stupid shows" she speaks
"It was a massage, it didn't hurt" he giggles.
"Oh. My. God, Mom! What is going on?" I yell and stop playing.
"Hey! don't stop" he instructs, I pretend to throw ball hard at him, he covers his face with his arm, I roll my eyes.
"If this would be in my hand I'd literally never let my kid watch TV even" I speak to her She's just in kitchen we're in hall standing.
"You think it's easy to be a mother?" She asks
"It's all about what you'll teach from starting" I argue.
"His father always shows him love, he always tells me that this is the age he'll have fun, let him do whatever he want"
"I'll speak to him" I say, mick keeps his hands over his hips.
I sit on couch, he walks towards me with one arm out for ball.
"You won't get it" I hide it behind me.
"Hey!" He gets offended and tries to take ball from me.
"Mom!" I yell.
"Evelyn! He's just a kid, let it be" she yells back.
"No, he's turning too miscevious now a days" I speak while not letting him take the ball, take my arms everywhere so he can't grab it.
"Give me!" He tries his best but I'm older then you baby.
"Fine, it's already time for me to go" I roll my eyes and give him back, his expression changes to sad.
"You won't go" he argues.
"Oh, why do you think I'll listen to any kid like you?" I narrow my eyes.
"Because you're my sister" he argues
"And sister doesn't encourages for wrong stuffs" I reply
"What did I do?" He keeps his hands over his hips again.
"This!" I point my index finger towards him "this attitude, those stupid shows, you're not an adult that you could watch anything else rather then cartoon" I reply.
"This is not attitude" He rolls his eyes.
"Alright, I'm done" I get off from couch and take my purse from side table kept next to door.
"Why do you have to go?" He asks
"Because I don't wanna be with a kid like you" I tell in normal tone.
"Don't go" he says seems command more then request.
"Evelyn, you're all he has at home, don't leave too soon" my mom walks in hall with popcorn.
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Antagonist
FanfictionEvelyn Smith. One last day of her job. One night. While she's on her way home. Something unexpected happens. The way she meets Harry and what happens after that. She chooses to deny whatever she knows about Harry. Whatever he did that night. Because...
