Worst Behavior

chap 2

(picture of how i imagine ivy)

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Dressed in my mother's long beige gown that I bought for her birthday three years ago, I waited patiently on the sofa with my hands folded together on my lap. Mother recommended that I wear a loose, sleeved, long dress so I could set a good impression for the country Superiors who will be leading me to my new school. I didn't mind since the dress was mostly sheer, except above my knees and to my chest was a thick fabric that lay under the sheer textile. I studied my bare legs that hid under the thin fabric and sighed.

I tried my best to not notice the catastrophe that surrounded me; like how the sofa I was sitting down was severely damaged, and how the dining table laying in front of me was thrown on the ground in pieces. I could even see slight cream from my birthday cake stained on the dirty carpet. What made matters even worse was the fact that all this damage was my fault.

    All day today, my mother pampered  me and cleaned my hair and body really well. It shocked me because we don't usually use that much water in a day, let alone only for a shower. I swiftly crossed my fingers, noting how clean they looked. I've never seen my hands look this clean; they even felt soft, too.

    I heard footsteps from the other room and by reflex, I turned my face around and immediately made eye contact with my mother, who sent me a small smile. She approached and sat right next to me. In her hand was a beige linen headband.

    "I saw this laying around. Do you want it? Thought it'd match the dress." She said politely. I curtly nodded and accepted the headband. I'm pretty sure this was May's headband, and that my mother just didn't see this laying around. I was going to keep my long bangs out, but that won't look nice with a headband. Especially one with this material. I decided to push my hair back.

    "Thank you. I love it." I felt so awkward. I don't know what else to say. I've never had to feel so uncomfortable around her until now. With all that has happened, how can I not?

    We just stayed quiet and let the silence consume us. We were both trapped in our own minds, contemplating whether or not this silence is comfortable, or on the other hand, awkward. Honestly, my only concern about this entire situation is my mother. I don't care that I'm some kind of freak, I just don't want to leave my mother all alone in this small little house. All she does for a living is plant vegetables and sell them. Will she really be fine all by herself?

"Ivy..." My mother's voice instantly soothed my soul and demolished all my worries. "I'm going to miss you, my sweet little Ivy." She looked me in they eyes, taking my hand in her's. My mother is the most compassionate person I know. Then again, it's not like I know many people.

    "I'll miss you, too." My voice cracked but I tried to suppress my tears. I didn't want to cry, because I won't be gone forever. I'll return, one-hundred percent controlled, and everything will be back to normal.

    "Oh, my sweet little Ivy." My mother mumbled.

    I smiled, "You should stop calling me that now, mother. I turned eighteen five days ago. I'm not little anymore."

    Mother genuinely smiled as she tightened her grip on my hand. "You'll always be my sweet little-" The sound of harsh knocking suddenly made its way throughout my ears. Mother abruptly stopped speaking and gave me a sympathetic look. She got up and walked towards our front door; her hand was on the knob, not yet turning it.

    I squeezed my lips shut, already sensing the pain my mother will have to endure because of my absence. My mother finally got the courage to open the door, revealing two men in business suits. One introduced himself, while the other scanned my house, finally making eye contact with me. He gives me a suspicious look, which creeped me out.