Hate You

Ch. 1~ PillS OvER HEarTBrEaK

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May 25th

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2:43a duane_the_main: hey sae, up for a party tonight?

I laid in my bed as I read the message with tears running down my eyes. My skin burned with imprint of my mother's rage filled swings. A night like many others, I wanted to just be normal and out of the way for her. But she always found me after a bad day of work. The job I knew of was her part-time as a nail tech. I always assumed she did other things to get money, since her boyfriend was a drug dealer and a janitor for some major company. It was enough to keep the 2 bedroom apartment over our heads, housing me and my step sister inside. The court sided with my mother when it came to custody, although I chose my father after she was found cheating. I still loved her, but when it came to breaking the heart of a man that loved you for so long, it was hard to look at her the same.

The apartment's living room was dark at night, I lounged somewhat comfortable on the couch. Tonight my favorite drama was on, "Next To You." Haven't missed an episode since the release. Losing track of time, I heard keys go into the front door and jolted up from my original laying position. I didn't want to be seen by her, so I quickly cut the tv off and start gathering my things as if I was heading to bed. As it unlocked, she entered with chatter noise from them talking at the door. We locked eyes for just a moment, before I broke it off and started to stand and grab my snacks and blanket. "What are you doing?" She asked me, letting both of them in and closing the door behind them.

"I'm heading to bed." Simply and sweet answers like this usually keeps her calm.

"Why are you on my couch? You have a bed and a tv in your room." Fuck...

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to watch a show on a bigger screen-"

"I don't give a fuck what you wanted to do. You know I want to watch tv in here. You should be gone before I even arrive home." 

"I know, I'm leaving-"

"No you're not." She walks over into the kitchen's dark grey island counter tops and sat her purse down. Analyzing every corner of the kitchen, she found a dirty spoon resting in the sink. "A dish... in my sink. Who left it?"

"Mariah, she had ice cream-"

"Why isn't it clean?"

"Mother..." My agitation gets the best of me, I was finally ready to speak my mind a bit. "Mariah is a bit older now... I'm sure she can clean her own dishes." She glared at me to only seconds later speedily walk towards me with her hand being raised to come down on to my cheek. This was normal... I stood there not phased by her choice as my hair covered my face.

"I told you to do it. I don't care how old she is."

"I will clean it tomorrow... I'm pretty sure you will be using dishes tonight correct?"I looked down at the floor as I hear her walk away and the sudden rustle of objects. Hearing her walk back to me a quick lash against my chest. I yelped in pain, falling on the floor. I was unsure of what she hit me with until I finally was able to look up. A wooden spoon.

"Who the hell are you talking to? You will clean now and go in your room. I don't want to see your smug face for the rest of the night. I come home from a hard day of work and you're asking- no TELLING me about what you will and will not do? Can't believe I gave birth to an ungrateful child like you. I simply asked to have nothing in my sink and my couch cleared for the night so I can relax with my man in peace." She grabbed a handful of my hair to stand me back to my feet and shoved me towards the kitchen. "Clean the fucking spoon and fuck off." As she released me, my body runs into the island counters. My legs adjusted from being once on the floor to standing quickly, moving with no hesitation, I limp around the counter to the sink and begin to wash the spoon.