His Baby

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Boss Bitch - Doja Cat

Sofia, Sunday

"A..trip?" I ask Mama in confusion, staring at the multiple suitcases and bags in front of the front door. "To where?"

"I don't see how that's any of your concern."

"But how-."

"I sent money to your account. More than enough. Just let me be, I don't wannna hear from you. I don't even want to think about you. i'll be back...sometime."

I stare at her as my eyes burn, and she opens the front door.

"But Mama,"

"God, Sofia." She snaps, turning around. "Just stop it already. I don't want to be a mother, alright? Especially not to you."

I flinch at her words, watching silently as she gather the bags and leaves the house, slamming the front door behind her.

Eve after so many years of being hurt by her, this hurts the most.

She's said a lot, but she's never said...that.

That only solidifies everything.

I really have no one left at home. Nothing left for me here. It's not the house it was when my Dad was alive, no more happiness and love here.

Just me.

All alone in these walls.

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I don't know how long I laid in bed and did nothing, and I still have no intentions of getting up.

I was productive enough this week, I'm allowed to rot in bed all day, O guess.

The week was a bit different, than usual. I stayed at Phoebes house most days, and to my surprise I'd ended up going to the gym with Chris and Gabe at least four times.

They do a lot of combat training, and seemed oddly interested in Muay Thai. Of course, I didn't have any issues teaching them some stuff since I'm trained, and in return they taught me some things too.

Aside from that, I'd seen Mason a handful of times. I didn't realize how busy he was, so not seeing him honestly had me a little sad.

And of course, Mama took her anger out on me personally usual. Nothing too bad...until this morning. Even though there was nothing psychical, it still hurts the most.

"I don't wanna be a mother, alright? Especially not to you!"

I push her words to the back of my mind, letting out a sigh and pulling the blankets tighter around my body and bury my head back in my pillow.

I'm nearly back asleep, when four loud knocks sound on my front door, making me groan quietly.

I'm ignoring them.

Sorry, not sorry.

The knocks sound again, but louder, and I kick my blankets off, standing up and exiting my room. I rub my eyes under my glasses, internally questioning why anyone would be here at 8am on a Sunday morning.

I open the front door, and for some reason I'm not surprised when I find Mason standing there. He looks tired, almost frustrated.

He looks me up and down, before raising an eyebrow.

"Feeling lazy?"

Okay,  rude.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go somewhere but if you're feeling like a homebody today," He shrugs. "You eaten yet?"