I care about you

III

Quinn

"Why the hell did you even tell her that??" , my mom leaps towards me with her hand risen in the air. I take a step back, scared she might reach me with that hand. My head is full of worries about Phoebe, my little sister. I don't have time for my moms bullshit. Where could she have gone?
The aggressive woman won't let me catch a single second to clear my mind. She walks up and down the corridor, screaming, giving me the fault for the fight, for Phoebe running away. Deep down I know she isn't right, I know that me telling her was the only option to deal with this, I know my mom is just trying to manipulate me, but something inside of me is having doubts. I wanted to move out a while ago, but I simply couldn't afford it. My other parent is gone, in prison, that's exactly where his ass belongs. Thinking about him, makes me wanna puke and scream and never wake up again. I hate this household. I hate my parents.
My mom is now almost running towards me.
"Let me fucking think, Karen!", I slap the bathroom door shut behind me.
GOD THIS WOMAN IS MAKING ME GO MAD.
I hug my legs as I sit down in the bathtub.
That's the place I would come when my parents fought or when my mom was screaming at me or my sister. In the bathroom the voices seem to be quieter and the light green colours calm me down. I look outside. The storm seems to reach it's maximum, lightnings are dancing across the sky, thunder plays it's music. I just hope she is safe.
She could be everywhere. When I checked, her bike was gone and she left her phone in her room anyway.
I sit in the bathtub and listen to the rain drumming against the window. My mom is now throwing things , probably messing the living room up.
I burry my head in my lap and tears begin to sail down my cheeks. Sometimes I wish my attempt had worked. I pause. I open my eyes. Would she possibly- No. No why- SHIT. I climb out of the bathtub, ripping the door open and running outside. I don't even know where I am going. The rain wets me down to my underwear in seconds, but I don't care. I begin to run. I run and run and run. I cry. I scream. My lungs are hurting when I finally give up. I am out of breath. It feels like my chest is being ripped apart, like my heart is going to explode.
Don't do anything stupid Phoebe.
I break down, falling on the ground. My body simply collapses. I am so stupid. I knew how hard she had it, even before I mentioned my moms stupid comment. Of course I know that everyone is talking, making fun of her. She must feel awful. And our stupid mom, she can't freaking accept that people have feelings. I am SO MAD. I scream, punch the ground. I shouldn't have told her. God this is all my fault. Adrenaline is pumping through me.
When the anger finally fades, so does my power.
I lay down on my back, looking up the sky. Rain is shooting at my body and the ground is freezing my butt off. But I just lay there, not able to move.
After a while I wake up. How late is it? The storm has slowed and only a few rain drops are hitting me now. I definitely caught a cold. I build myself up and begin to wander through the darkness. All the time I walk, my brain feels numb, my body is cold and my fingers are blue. When I reach our house, a wave of shock goes through me. The light in the living room is still on, the door is wide open. I see a car I don't know standing in front of the building. It looks fucking rich. Is this it? Will I see cops sitting across my mom, her crying? Is she dead? I run as fast as I can and storm inside. In the living room I hear voices, a woman. I stumble inside and there she is. I break down. Phoebe is starring at me from across the room. Now, also her eyes fill with water. She stands up and we hug. God, I think I have never felt so relieved in my entire life. We stand there for a good minute, just pressing our cold, wet bodies against each other until we finally losen our grip and I look up. It's quite in the room. I first take a glance at my mom, her makeup is all over her face. Then, I finally lead my eyes to the stranger. A blond woman, who looks kinda familiar, forces a smile when our eyes meet. Her hair is all frizzy, kinda wet. Her eyes are blue and watery. She is playing with her rings and her leg is slowly bouncing up and down.
I grin back. Phoebe catches me looking at the woman and comes a step closer again.
" Do you know who that is??", Phoebe is the first one to speak, she whispers into my ear. I look up again.
" No hella idea, looks familiar though." , she bumps her fist into my shoulder.
" That's Cate fucking Blanchett!!!" , she seems happy. In that exact moment the woman turns back to face us. I don't know why but I am now full of rage. " Fuck Phoebe! I was so damn worried about you and you wanna tell me you stand here and present me a woman, who is god knows who?? Are you even in your right state of mind?? Where the fuck where you, what did you do and where did you find her?" I am shocked at my own words. I shouldn't be screaming at her, not when I don't know what happened. I immediately feel guilty and want to say something, but Phoebe storms up the stairs, throwing her door shut with a loud boom.
Silence. No on says anything for a good five minutes, until Cate stands up and begins to speak; "well...I suppose I better get going then." She walks past me as she leaves the house. In embarrassment I look down.I don't have anything to add so I just go to my room, pull the wet clothes off of me, take a quick warm shower and fall into my warm bed.
I hope I never have to wake up again.
My eyes fall shut and the world finally turns quite.

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