I'm Broken Enough

13

Y/n POV
I felt like I was on cloud nine for the rest of the day, that was until I got home and saw my mother. Of course the second she saw me in a good mood, she had to go questioning me about it as if I had done something wrong.

Which she thought that I had.

"You know, something didn't have to happen for me to be in a good mood" I snapped at her after her pestering me for the first ten minutes after I had arrived home.
"Don't speak to me that way" she spoke sharply at me, before pausing and saying "and it's very rare that that would happen, why wouldn't I think that something had happened?".

I gritted my teeth, growing more angry with her "maybe because I haven't caused any problems here? Why would I start now after everything being so good for the past two months?" I spat back response. She slammed her palm onto the kitchen counter "I could ask that same question about anywhere else that we've lived! You're just a trouble maker and I find it very hard to believe that you've changed in such a short time!".

"You don't fucking know me" I growled to her in a low tone, and then turned away to the stairs to go to my room.
"What did you fucking say to me!?" She yelled back to me, but I ignored her and continued walking up the stairs. She stomped to the base of the staircase and yelled up to me " don't even think about leaving this house until the end of the week!". I groaned "great, so you can bitch at me more?" I said to her, and then slammed my door shut.

I fucking hated her.

I mean, I guess not being able to leave the house for the rest of the week wouldn't be so bad, right? It could be longer, so much longer. But it was only five more days, I should be fine. I'd just have to tell Steve that I couldn't hang out this week.

Shit, Steve!
Our date!

Now I couldn't fucking go on our date tomorrow! Shit, what was I going to do? There was no way I was going to make him wait until next week. I had to talk to him tomorrow, we needed to figure this out.

...

I hadn't come out of my room all night, not even to eat or use the bathroom. I was fine, if I needed to I would have. Awhile later, there was an unexpected knock at my door.
"Yes?" I answered it, "it's Josh" my brother called through the door, "come in".

"Thanks" he smiled at me softly as he entered my room, but I kept my expression blank.
"What do you want?" I asked him and he shrugged at me, "I wanted to know what happened between you and mom". I rolled my eyes, anger returning to my body remembering our argument, "she's just a bitch, that's what happened. She won't let me leave the house for the rest of the week because I came home in a good mood and she started questioning me about it thinking I'd done something wrong!".  He laughed sadly, "yeah she is a bitch, but you'll be ok though right? You can make it through the week can't you?" He asked me.
"I mean I'll survive, but I was going to, um, hang out with my new friends again tomorrow. That's why I was excited in the first place. But now I can't even do that" I told him coming up with an excuse for why I was busy tomorrow, and then I groaned and flipped around on my bed pressing my face into my pillow.

"Hey" he said, coming over to sit on my bed to comfort me, "it'll be ok. I can help you try to go out tomorrow. There's got to be a way where she won't notice that you gone, I feel like she never usually does anyways. I'm sure that we can make it work". I flipped back over and smiled at my brother, whom at the moment I was so extremely grateful for, and said "really Josh? Thank you so much that would literally mean the world to me". He nudged my shoulder "anything for my favorite little sister" he said and got up to leave the room.
"We can talk more about this tomorrow on the way to school" "sounds good" I responded with a smile, and he closed my door. I got underneath the covers of my bed and closed my eyes.