What now?

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"What do you want to do today?" My mum questions me.
"Don't mind," well I do but I really can't be bothered to think of a creative answer.
"Helpful, as always," she says, tucking her hair behind her ear- its a bad habit.
I sarcasticly smile at her from across the room.
What do I want to do? I know, nothing, sounds good to me.
I sit back on the sofa and plug my earphones in, music instantly filling my ears. I enjoy blocking out the world, its relaxing.
Ow!
Before I know it mum has pulled out my earphone.
"Were you listening to anything I just said?" She says, louder than necessary.
"No, why was it important?"
And with that she crosses her arms abruptly and furrows her eyebrows.
Most people would feel guilty about talking to their parents like that but not me. In all honesty I do it to make my life that little bit more interesting. I've only lived 16 years but I'm already bored with life.
" You know you should treat me with a little more respect, young lady, after all I'm the one paying for you, unlike that basturd of a father of yours!"
Here we go again.
"You are just like him! Disrespectful, arogant, selfish need I go on!"
Let's wrap this up shall we?
"Does that mean your gonna give up on me like you did to him? Oh, no,wait you didn't give up on him he had just had enough of you and your 'I'm always right',' everyone is else is wrong' personality! Do' you know I'm surprised he stayed with you as long as he did!" I say slowly, making sure every word sunk in.
" You know I can't wait til you have kids so you can see how hard it is being a mother!"
Yep, like I haven't heard that before.
"That's only because you make it hard! When was the last time you praised me or told me you were proud of me?" I say, tears brimming my eyes.
Don't cry, don't show any emotion. That's one thing I have learnt whilt living with this women.
"You've never given me a reason to be proud of you,"
Excuse me? Who's the one who entered a talent competition last year, who's the one who wrote a CV to then hand out to local employers? Who's the one who has to go everyday living with anxiety! Bitch.
" You may not think much of me but what about your son, last month he had to undergo surgery and the most positive comment thing you said was, and I quote, 'at least the food is free',"
"You weren't there half the time and-"
Your gonna get a slap in a minute.
" I was at school! Its illegal for me not to be!" I bellow.
"You are so-"
Before she can offend me anymore I interupt , yet again.
" You know, I can now see why jack jumped..." I cry, nearly above a whisper.
She gasps and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. A single tear rolls down my cheek.
I win.
I grab my phone and head for my room to pack my things and leave.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs I notice a small figure sat halfway up. Danny.
He looks at me straight in the eye as I slowly make my way towards him. I sit down next to him and put my arm around his shoulder and he leans into me.
"You hear all of that?" I ask.
Of course he did. The whole street probably heard.
I feel him nod as another tear escapes.
"Did jack really die because of mum?"
I close my eyes and think about how to answer his question.
I can't. Do I tell him what he wants to hear or the truth?
I don't know what to say so I just stand and carry on going to my room.
I grab my bag and begin packing I don't know where I am going to go, I just no that I need to leave. Now.