Mutinous

Chapter 35

I had forgotten what a madhouse it truly was I lived in. Mum and father were fighting over the theme of the party they were going to and the fact that Maggie and I had no babysitter tonight. As if we needed it. Mia was unfortunately sick for the first time since she had worked here, which was around 17 years I believed. So her having a sick day was a bit of a shock, yet it didn't bother mum as much as father.

"It's not the end of the world, Richard!" Mum fought.

"What if something happens to them?"

"Nothing will happen. They'll be fine."

"Are you sure about that? What if they need to go to the hospital?"

"They know the number, and they have phones. If something happens, we're a phone call away."

"You just said nothing will happen."

I rolled my eyes at their yelling. I knew Maggie and I could take care of ourselves. I wasn't a little girl anymore and neither was Maggie. It wasn't like we were going to starve to death from being alone one night.

"Can we stop this. I don't want to fight you," mum called out, and I wondered why she still kept up with him. He was an arrogant narrow-minded, prick who needed an eye opener, and I was sure the only thing that would give him that was a divorce. However, mum wasn't giving him that, and I wondered if she thought staying with him was the best thing for Maggie and I, because I knew very well it wasn't. Our home environment was toxic, something that could easily be changed with our father out of the picture. Not to say I wanted him completely out of my life, but getting him at a distance would be good for both of us.

"Richard, Maggie and El will be fine and you need to get dressed otherwise we'll be late."

"But a biker theme. Love, who picks that kind of theme? It's ridiculous!" He said seeming to have forgotten about the small fact that Maggie and I would be left to ourselves.

"I couldn't agree more, but he's your friend, and you told them we were going."

"Argh," father exclaimed, and I couldn't help but laugh. Footsteps came closer and mum entered my room while I sat at my desk focusing on an assignment, which wasn't the easiest thing to do with their constant bickering. "El?"

"Yes, mum?" I asked before turning around to face her.

"Can I borrow your leather jacket?" She asked

"Which one?"

"The one you got last Christmas?"

"Uhm, sure," I said and headed for my cupboard. Mum was lucky she still had a gorgeous body after giving birth to two children. Hopefully, I would too after having children of my own one day. I searched through my jackets and handed the one she was talking referring to her once I found it. "Here you go."

"Thanks, dear," she said and put it on.

"You're looking good, mum. Very fit," I complimented. She was wearing a pair of leather pants, a tight bodystocking hiding underneath showing a bit of cleavage and my leather jacket along with a pair of boots. If I had worn this outfi, my father would have called me a slut, but with mum for some reason it was different.