𝔉𝔏𝔄𝔐𝔈𝔖.

EPISODE TWENTY 20:UHHG

ASHLEY'S POV

After football practice, I decided to go out with some friends and just chill. After hours of our hormones running wild, I decided to get some fresh air in front of the party room. After several hours of isolating myself, I looked up at the sky and smiled at the moon.

I checked the time and realized it was getting very late. Reluctantly, I decided to go back to the hellhole I call home. Honestly, if it weren't for my baby brother, I don't think I would ever step foot into that house again. She controls every aspect of my screwed-up life. Every girl's mother is supposed to be her best friend, but mine is my nemesis. If there's another word I can use to describe my feelings toward my mom, I loathe her.

Going to parties, seminars, meetings, all because she wants to make guns to take people's lives. Can you imagine the fact that some of her friends try to set me up with their sons? How disgusting is that? No matter what I do, it's never okay.

I checked the time and saw it was 9:30 pm, which was past my curfew.

Slowly, I entered our mansion, guarded by hefty men in black. I've tried multiple times to make those suckers laugh, but I just wasted my time. Anyways, it was worth a try.

I walked into the living room that led to the dining room. I tried sneaking into my room, but those pair of glasses reading a newspaper made their way to mine. Who reads newspapers at this time of night? Maybe she came home late today, I thought.

"Where are you coming from, young lady?" she asked, taking off her glasses and folding the newspaper into two.

I thought before answering, but I hate lying, so I went ahead and told the truth.

"I went out with some friends and I lost track of time," I answered as politely as ever.

"One more late night out, and I'll cut off your allowance this month," she said.

"Understood?" she asked.

"Understood," I said affirmatively.

"We have dinner with some work friends tomorrow. Get ready for it," she said.

I only walked off without replying.

"Do you get that, young lady?" she said.

I looked back and snapped.

"Mom, why don't I get a say in my already shitty life? I have friends who go on vacations for weeks with or without their parents. But we, as a family, when was the last time we went out together or even on vacation with our mom? Even if you don't care about that, why can't I have my life? Why can't I just live my life the way I want?" I said as tears started to well up in my eyes.

"If dad was here, then I wouldn't have to deal with this shit alone. I wish he was here; he was way better than you'll ever be. Why are you so hard on me, huh, mom? What did I ever do to you? My dad..." I said as tears finally made their way down my cheek.

"Don't even go there. Don't even go there. I'm here, not your father. If you want your freedom, then go and join him wherever he is," she said, and immediately, a wave of tears flooded my eyes. Now I know the true meaning of a bad mother-my mom, Mrs. Hawkins.

"I hate you," I said as I made my way to my room. My door slowly creaked open as I hit it back with my hand. I saw my personal maid, a year older than me, dusting off some things on my computer.

"She must have had to work late overtime, or she forgot to do them on time while attending to other things," I thought.

"Miss, you are home," she said.

"I have a name; it's Ash," I said and I jumped on my bed.

"I mean Ash," she said.

"Sounds better," I said, trying to wipe away my tears.