"Mija what happened there?" My mom asked, walking in the kitchen behind me.
I looked where she pointed to see a faint bruise on my side from when I decided to hit Jahseh.
I didn't answer her but just looked away from it, making her sigh.
"This is beginning to be too much Amia, too much" she told me, pointing in my face.
"Mamí it's been there for like a month, leave it alone" I told her which made her nod.
"So are you listening or not?" She asked me making me nod.
"I just-" I sighed.
"I have my off days" I told her and she nodded.
She looked at me for a minute before shaking her head "I've maybe gave you the wrong advice mija" she told me making me raise an eyebrow.
"I didn't know the real situation, I don't know I'm not like mamí I don't like you walking around here with bruises" she told me, her eyes beginning to water which confused me.
"I like Jahseh mija but anymore times and no more" she told me and I nodded.
Yeah right like that'll happen. I've already tried breaking up with him and he wasn't trying to hear that shit. But maybe if I did say my mom said no then he'd drop it.
"Is your face okay?" She asked me and I nodded.
"Well this came from me hitting him first mamí" I told her which made her raise an eyebrow at me.
"You hit him?" She asked me and I nodded.
"I was scared" I told her but she still looked at me like I was crazy.
I looked away from her and back to my bowl before speaking.
"Why'd dad used to hit you?" I asked her and she shook her head.
"I wouldn't want you thinking of your papí different" she told me and I tilted my head at her.
"Mamí we've already barred him, you can tell me the things I don't know" I told her and she sighed, walking away from me.
I followed her with my cereal, sitting with her in the couch.
"When we first started dating he didn't like my makeup because he said it attracted men so I stopped after awhile" she chuckled.
"I really didn't want to. But my mother told me, listen to the man and stop looking for a shoulder and you'll be fine. Then after I had you my hips and butt just went everywhere and my clothes didn't match that" she spoke being to get emotional.
"tu padre me compró ropa nueva pero yo quería mostrar mi cuerpo" she explained.
(A/N your father bought me new clothes but I wanted to show my body)
"Creo que ese fue el peor de todos" she told me which made my hurt sink.
(A/N I think that was the worst of all)
She sighed, trying to pull herself together "I don't want to talk about this anymore mija, your father changed" she told me before getting up and going upstairs.
I didn't follow her because she seemed like she needed her alone time. I felt bad for bringing it up now. I didn't know it would still hurt her.
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