The next morning, I woke up next to Mom. She was awake, holding my hand and just watching me sleep.
"What're you doing?" I asked.
"Well, Mason's with Jamie and I thought this would be a good time to talk more," she said.
"Look, it was just a bad day yesterday, okay? We don't have to talk about anything," I got up and went to the kitchen.
"We most certainly do. You met Greg and Liam tried to get with you yesterday," she said. "And you think I don't love you."
"I know you don't," I made some cereal. "Can we not do this anymore?"
"You need to understand that I have always and will always love you," she said.
"Sure, Mom," I said.
"What makes you think I don't love you?" She asked.
"Because I have all of his traits," I said. "And as for Liam, it's not like he forced me into anything. He let me go."
"Emma, Greg and you have nothing in common. DNA, that's it. I see you and see a beautiful, mature sixteen year old. Who can be wild most days, but still good," Mom said.
"You don't have to lie to me, Mom," I said.
"But that's the thing, I'm not lying," she said.
"Well you show your love different than most mothers," I said.
Mason came in the door and Mom hugged him. He started talking about his date and I went into my room and locked myself in it. I had no friends, no boyfriend, and hardly a family. Whenever Mason walked into a room, you just had to pay attention to him. I put my headphones in and listened to music.
I knew I was a difficult child growing up. I knew I gave my mom hell. But didn't trouble makers get the attention in movies? It seemed as though no matter what I did, I couldn't get her to turn away from the best thing that ever happened to her. Mason.
I choreographed some dances and danced in my room. I danced my stress away and just didn't allow myself to think about it anymore. I changed my look too. My clothes fit me nice and to most other people, they'd be considered "slut clothes" but I didn't care. I didn't eat anyway, so I was thin.
I got ready and left the house. I looked for a party and realized it was only four in the afternoon. I went to a bookstore and started reading.
"Hey," Ben sat next to me.
"Hi," I responded simply.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yep," I said, pushing him away. He was only talking to me because he could see part of my stomach.
"Do you need my jacket, or a blanket?" He asked.
"why?" I asked.
"You're clothes shrunk," he said, giving me a blanket the store had and covered me up. He left and I kept reading. I looked at my phone and my mom didn't call to check on me once. Did she even notice my absence? Oh well, I was fine. We talked this morning and she lost interest quickly. Her loss.
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Broken Cycle
Novela JuvenilEmma is the daughter of Alexis Barns. Alexis stressed to Emma (and Mason) the importance of being careful in every day life. While Mason is your average golden boy (but not cocky) Emma is the most rebellious daughter you'd meet. She puts on a show b...