"You're back early, Haven!" their mother crooned. "Albert's dad is nearly-"
"Nearly gonna pay it off. You say it every week, Mum, it's never going to happen." They smiled and shut the laptop.
Their mother yelled into her sleeve.
"Haven! You're such a fucking- you- I- you're heartless!"
"... Heartless?" Haven froze.
"Yes! You're such an attention seeker, just because your brother gets it doesn't mean you need to! You're nearly 14. You need to get your life together."
"So do you. Stop being in love with an imaginary man."
"I'm in love with your mum!"
"You're always talking about him!"
Their mother grabbed a mug and they walked backwards. She threw it at them and it shattered.
Right on their arm.
"I hate you, mum!" Tears filled their eyes.
They needed to get something hot. They went into the kitchen, trying to find their favourite mug, which had a picture of them when they were adopted on, but couldn't. Then they remembered the mug that left the cut on their arm.
Albert's mug was still in bubblewrap and protected.
They pulled out a small biscuit box their parents used as a medicine box and got a bandage as well as a small bottle of pills.
Just in case.
Albert tugged on their arm. "Haven, can you take me to the park?"
They sighed and smiled at their younger brother.
"Fine," they groaned, "Just no more on the weekend.
"Okay!" Her brother grinned, and they strapped him into the child seat of their bike.
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Puppy Love
General FictionWhat if Alyssa had accepted Haven's confession? Would things have been any different?
