"Where have you been all of last night?" My mother demanded when I came downstairs. "I was at a friend's." I can smell the alcohol on her from across the room. "You could have told me!" "I said I was going for a walk." "I was worried sick!" My mouth moved faster than my mind, "No you weren't." Look at what you did. Now, pay the consequences. My mother stops pacing, she had what could only be described as a glower on her face. She struck me across the face. "Go," she demands. I run out of the house, trying to get my mind off of it. This is why I always get completely ready before going downstairs. My face hurts. It's red, mainly from the force but also with a little blood. Her ring scratched my face pretty good. I don't even know why she still wears it. I see Robbie, key in hand, locking his door. I run up to him. "Hey," he's the type of friend to show up whenever you need him most. "Hey, Romona," he turns around and looks up. "What the hell happened to you?" "Damn alright, what happened to hi, how are you?" I say, grinning. "Sorry, just, what happened? Were you just crying? Did someone hit you-" Lie. "Robbie, don't worry. Nothing happened." I try to give him a convincing smile, but I don't think it works that well. He drops the subject and we walk to school. Just like old times
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Yonderly (NOT YET UPDATED)
General FictionYonderly (yon-der-ly) adj. Mentally or emotionally distant; absent-minded; vacant. Just something I've been writing for a little while, hope you enjoy :) Also, TW!! Implied ED, partially implied SH Not my cover!
