The Mistake

(4) Anything Is A Dangerous Word

Alana's POV

"So you basically started the fight?" Mother asked. 

We were now all seated in her horrid room called 'the office room' and my butt was already aching for sittting here for a very long time. 

"No he-" Mother silenced Jordan with a raise of perfectly manicured finger. Everything about our Mother seemed fake, even her face looks like she did surgery and her body! I can't believe that by bearing 4 children she'd still have her killer bod, I mean it's possible but there's always like a scar or something that should indicate that she was pregnant, but  there was nadda, nothing

"But you pushed him first Jordan!" Mother screamed.

"Oh God!" I muttered under my breath as I felt another headache forming, I gingerly massaged my  temples.

After the long and awkward ride home, the twins explained everything. In Mother's point of view it was basically Jordan who started the fight when he pushed the guy but Jon and I knew better. Jordan's date arrived a bit late, then some guy started to harass her long story short Jordan saw it and beat the guy, then guy's friends helped him thus resulting to Jonathan's black and blue face and my simply horrible black, balloon eye.

"And you Alana knew better than to fight but no! You straddled the guy and slapped him like a hoe!" Mother hissed. "You bring nothing but humiliation! How could I ever face Mrs. Spencer again? Or, or Mike Hussle, the owner of the famous Hussleworld Factory? Or worse the Maine's!" 

"Oh calm your tits for God's sakes!" Jordan shouted exasperatedly while nursing his broken nose. 

That was the last straw.

"THAT'S IT! PACK YOUR BAGS YOU'LL BE GOING TO YOUR COUSIN'S BOARDING SCHOOL IN ENGLAND" She shouted, standing up and knocking over her chair

"NO! You can't do that" I gasped throwing the ice bag I was using.

"I can and I will! And Alana don't you ever raise your voice on me" she said, all traces of anger gone and was sealed by a stony look.

"Oh fuck you! Fuck you and your perfect world! Learn to grow up Mother, learn to  live in reality where people make mistakes" Jonathan spat, fire burning in his eyes. 

"Discussion is over now Jonathan, go pack your bags you will be leaving tomorrow. Second flight which is around 10 or 11, I'll have-"

"Mother please don't do this" I begged and everyone knew how much I hated to beg but just this time I kicked my wounded pride and begged.

"-the driver to pick you up and-"

"Fine but I'm going with them"

"-he'll call me when you are inside the plane. No you won't Alana you-"

"I'll do whatever you want!" I blurted out. 

She stopped in the middle of her rant and looked at me, a smirk playing with her lips. Oh God! Give me more restrain not to bitch slap her.

'Anything?" one perfect eyebrow rasied.

"Well not exactly anything-" 

"Well then pack your bags boys looks-"

"YES! Anything!" I shouted, pleading her silently with my eyes.

She looked at me seriously for a minute before smiling like a child that got what she wanted despite her parent's protest.

"I knew you'd cave in" she scoffed.

"No Alana! You can't do this" Jonathan protested. 

I know I was being selfish. I knew for a long time that they wanted to leave this house, in fact they already made plans on where to live, what stores are hiring but I just couldn't let them go. They were the only thing keeping me sane as I lived with my manipulative Mother, they were my diary where I could tell them everything and in return they return they also tell me their problems. I am being a selfish bitch but right now I don't care, I wasn't doing it for them, I was doing it  for myself