The air in the living room was tense as Charles sat on the couch, waiting for Selah to come home. The past few months had been rough her daughter’s behavior had shifted drastically. Selah was coming home late, her grades were slipping, and there had even been talk about her involvement in bullying incidents at school. On top of that, her anger seemed to flare up at the smallest things. Tonight, Charles knew it was time for a serious talk.
The front door creaked open, and Selah walked in, trying to quietly sneak past her mother, as if she hadn’t noticed her sitting there. But she could feel Charles' eyes on her, burning with frustration and disappointment.
“Selah,” Charles’ voice was firm but controlled. “We need to talk.”
Selah froze, her backpack slung over one shoulder, before slowly turning to face her. Her expression was defiant, but there was a flicker of nervousness in her eyes. She knew what was coming.
“What?” she muttered, her voice laced with irritation. “I’m tired, dada. Can we not do this right now?”
“We’re doing this now,” Charles said, standing up and gesturing for her to sit down. “Your behavior these past few months has been unacceptable, and I’m not going to let it slide anymore.”
Selah plopped onto the couch, crossing her arms and looking away, refusing to meet her mother’s gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mumbled.
“Oh, you don’t?” Charles’ voice rose slightly, her patience wearing thin. “You’re coming home late, you're barely talking to us, and I just got off the phone with your school. Do you know what they told me? That you’ve been involved in bullying other students! What’s going on with you?”
Selah’s jaw clenched, and she rolled her eyes. “It’s not a big deal. They’re exaggerating. Those kids deserved it.”
“Deserved it?” Charles repeated, disbelief evident. She shook her head, struggling to keep her anger in check. “You don’t get to decide who deserves to be treated badly, Selah. This is serious! And it’s not just about the bullying what’s with the anger? The yelling? You’re lashing out at everyone, and your mother is worried sick.”
Selah’s eyes flickered for a moment at the mention of her other mother, but her hardened expression returned. “I’m fine. It’s nothing. People just piss me off.”
“That’s not an excuse, Selah!” Charles’ voice grew sharper. “We’ve always taught you to handle your emotions, not let them control you. But lately, you’ve been acting like a completely different person. What’s going on with you?”
There was a brief silence, the tension between mother and daughter thickening. Charles watched her, waiting for some kind of response, but Selah just sat there, her eyes downcast and her lips pressed together in defiance.
“Do you even care about what’s happening to you? To your future?” Charles asked, her voice softer now, filled with concern rather than anger. “This path you’re on it’s not good, Selah. You’re better than this. We didn’t raise you like this.”
At that, Selah’s defenses cracked. She shot up from the couch, her eyes blazing. “Maybe I’m not who you think I am!” she yelled. “Maybe I’m tired of everyone telling me what to do, who to be! You don’t understand anything!”
Charles was taken aback by her outburst but stood her ground. “Then explain it to me, Selah. Tell me what’s going on, because right now, all I see is a daughter who’s lost her way.”
Selah stood there, breathing heavily, her fists clenched at her sides. For a moment, Charles thought she might storm off or slam the door, but instead, Selah collapsed back onto the couch, burying her face in her hands.
As the tension between Charles and Selah filled the room, the front door quietly swung open, and Loyden stepped in, holding their baby boy, Silas. She immediately sensed the thick, charged air between her wife and daughter. Loyden’s brow furrowed in concern as she walked over, trying to ease the atmosphere.
"Hey, what’s going on here?" Loyden asked softly, bouncing Silas gently in her arms to keep him calm. She glanced at Charles, then at Selah, her eyes questioning the unspoken tension.
Selah sat stiffly on the couch, her face red and tear-streaked, while Charles stood nearby, her arms crossed and face hardened with frustration.
"Selah and I are having a discussion," Charles said, her voice still firm but controlled. “One that’s long overdue.”
Loyden sighed and gently approached her wife, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Let’s not make things worse, Charles," she said quietly, shifting Silas on her hip. “We can talk about this together.”
Charles shook her head, her frustration too deep to be pacified. "No, Loyden. I’ve let this go on for too long already. Selah needs to face the consequences of her actions."
Selah glanced up, her eyes flickering between her mothers, unsure of what would come next.
Seeing that Charles wasn’t backing down, Loyden’s face softened as she tried to step in. “Selah’s been going through something we’ll figure it out together. But punishing her this way is only going to drive her further away.” She hoped her words would reach Charles, to calm the situation before it escalated further.
But Charles, feeling that her daughter needed a more tangible lesson, stood firm. “No. I’ve decided. She’s lost all privileges until she learns responsibility.” Charles looked directly at Selah, her words heavy with finality. “I’m taking away your credit cards, and your access to the bank account is frozen. You’ve been out of control, and until you earn our trust back, you won’t have these things.”
Selah’s eyes widened, the full weight of what her mother was saying crashing down on her. "What? You can’t do that!" she cried, standing up, her frustration giving way to panic.
“I can, and I will,” Charles replied coldly. “You’ve been acting recklessly, without thinking about the consequences. Well, now it’s time to face them.”
Loyden, though clearly taken aback by Charles’ decision, placed a gentle hand on her wife’s arm, her voice soothing. “Charles, maybe we should think this through taking away her access to everything is a lot. Let’s talk about it.”
But Charles shook her head, resolute. “No. This is happening. She needs to understand that actions have consequences.” She turned back to Selah, her tone unyielding. “This is for your own good, even if you don’t see it now.”
Selah looked at both of her mothers, feeling trapped and overwhelmed. She opened her mouth to argue, but the words seemed to catch in her throat. She knew there was no changing Charles' mind.
Loyden sighed heavily, seeing that the situation had reached a breaking point. She gently rocked Silas, who had started fussing, trying to provide some comfort amidst the tension.
Selah, now feeling more cornered than ever, clenched her fists. “Fine!” she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. “Take everything. I don’t care.” With that, she stormed out of the room, leaving her mothers standing in the aftermath.
Charles stood still, watching her daughter leave, her face set in determination but with a glint of sadness in her eyes. She knew this had to be done, but it didn’t make it any easier.
Loyden, holding baby Silas closer, watched her wife with concern. “We’ll get through this,” she whispered, offering Charles a comforting look. “She just needs time.”
Charles nodded but remained quiet, her mind heavy with the weight of the decision she had just made.
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La Familià (Lim X Vergara Family) Au
Fanfictionwhen Selah (🐰) the daughter of Charles and loyden Vergara, she is an only child who grew up with a luxurious life but also grew up as a spoiled brat, a bully who likes to insult Others , she has everything and her life is almost perfect, but one da...
