Instinct

She Knows, Shit!

It's been a few days since my "accident". I've been feeling a bit better, however it does suck that I can't work this week. My leg should be better soon. What worries me most however, is what Dr. Xi told me. Am I really pregnant? No, that can't be. Right?

Whatever, thinking about it will give me a headache. It just pains me to think about it. And even so, do I follow the doctors advice? Who is Mizura anyways? Ugh! All of this thinking is giving me a migraine. But, I can't stop thinking about it. Such a pain.

Even so, I still went to school. Everyone there was constantly asking what happened. Naturally, the only person who could know is Stacy, but even so, her mouth is so big she can fit the torch on the statue of liberty in it, and still have room. I just decided to tell everyone what I told my mother. I tripped, fell, and landed on my knee so hard that it snapped.

I'm not gonna discuss the classes right now because they are always super boring. But what really sucked today, was that I had 3 tests, in a row. Have you ever just felt that it wasn't a coincidence that you just get piled with work on a day you don't feel like doing it at all? Happens to me all the time, and it's obnoxious.

Once I got home, I put the key into the apartment door lock, and opened the door. My mother was standing a few feet from the door. Her hands were crossed, and she had an angry expression. Her feet were tapping on the floor ever so quickly and loudly. She looked like one of those mad poses you can choose in Tomodachi Life. Once I saw her, I knew something was up.

"Cheyenne, please see me in the kitchen. I need to talk with you." She said this with such a serious tone. I have never heard her be this firm. I'm feeling sick. Like how I felt before I went on the Great Bear at Hershey Park for the first time, but with no feeling to ride again. Just prepare for the worst Cheyenne. Everything should be fine. I hope.

"Is everything alright mom?"

"Cheyenne, could you please remind me as to what you do after school. You know, your job."

"The reason for this?"

"Well you know, I forget things."

"I told you mom, I work at that restaurant down the street."

"Is that your final answer?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well I'm just asking because I know that your answer is incorrect."

"What are you saying?"

"Oh don't be coy, Cheyenne. We both know it's not true."

"Alright fine, it's not the restaurant."

"I knew it!"

"But how,"

"I asked today if you could take some time off due to your injury,"

"I told you not to go in there!"

"Let me finish please! So when I went there, they told me that you weren't in their system."

"Good for you mom, you found out!"

"The point is that you lied to me."

I scoffed.

"Do you even care? What did I do to deserve this?"

"Your a fucking crack addict! You didn't have a job and you were relying on what little money Grandpa had left us in his will. We were going to get kicked put cause you couldn't make rent. I didn't fucking want to leave. Now what did I do to deserve that?"

"But I have a job now. You should've quit once you knew. Or at least you could've fucking told me so that I knew."

"Well you know what bitch? I like my job, okay. I get to make my own hours. I'm my own boss. And it's something that I can fucking do!"

"The legal age nowadays is 18 Cheyenne, you are dealing with rape."

"It's not rape if you love it."

"I can't believe you are joking about rape right now."

"Yeah, so what?"

"Do you not remember that I was fucking raped. I was 13 when I was pregnant with you. I had to drop out of 8th grade in order to raise you. And you want to joke about rape right now?"

"Then why didn't you get a fucking abortion?"

"Uh one, it would've killed me."

"Could've been a good thing," I mumbled under my breath.

"And two, you wouldn't be here if I did."

"Well you seem to hate me anyways do whats the big deal?"

"I don't hate you Cheyenne. It's just, you remind me of the rape. You look so much like your father."

"I don't give a god damn fuck about my father. And I'm keeping the job."

"You didn't trip and fall did you."

"None of your god damn business."

"Since you wanna be difficult, pack your stuff and leave. I don't care where you go, just go."

"Fine! I never liked you anyways."

"Leave the ring."

"No, why should I."

"Leave the fucking ring!"

I noticed that she was holding a giant steak knife in her hand. I quickly decided that the ring wasn't worth it as she can out run me. I put it on the counter and began to pack my stuff.

Now the only question is where to I go? I guess the apartments near the train station. Yeah, those'll work. I hope.