My Gay Roommate

Chapter 36 - I Guess It's Home Sweet Home...

Chapter 36 - I Guess It's Home Sweet Home...

My eyes widened as my mother's words sunk in. "What?" I gasped, stepping away from the door, retracting from her as if she'd just slapped me.

My mother's eyes held no sympathy, simply cold fury. "You heard me," she said. "You are leaving this apartment right now."

"Forever?" I blurt out stupidly, still unable to get over my shock.

"Permanently." Her tone was firm, it made me almost want to run and hide from the world.

"No mom, you can't do this," I said, shaking my head. "You can't force me to leave this place - "

"Watch me," my mom threatened, her eyes in slits. And when my mother was angry, it was a not a good sign, trust me. I've seen the beast inside awaken before and it was not a pretty picture.

I continued to shake my head, as if it would shake her words off. "No, no, no, you can't do this - "

"You're only seventeen, not a legal adult. Therefore, you are still under your father and my care and we can pull you out of this apartment whether we want to or not."

I looked back at my dad, wishing he would say something. "Dad, please say something."

My father refused to meet my eyes. "I'll be in the car," he told my mother quietly. "Bring her down."

My jaw fell as I watched my own father turn his back on me and walk away, like he didn't even care about my own feelings. "I'm not going to leave," I said, raising my voice. "This is my home now."

"When you're eighteen, it will be. Now, young lady, you are coming with me. Now." My mother looked so violently outraged and murderously angry, my throat went dry and I couldn't speak.

Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my bare shoulder and I turned my head, my heart jumping. It was Michael and his eyes were tight and worried. "Angelina's mother," he started.

My mother looked at Michael in distaste. "Who are you?" she snapped.

Michael wasn't fazed. "None of this is Angelina's fault."

"I don't need you to defend my daughter. Well Angelina? Why are we still waiting for?" She crossed her arms over her chest tightly.

I promised myself I wouldn't break down and cry. Too much crying for one summer was not good. I shook Michael's hand off my shoulder, taking a small step towards the door.

Then, I heard a familiar voice ask, "What's going?"

I turned around to see Dan stumble into the room, and for a moment, I thought he wasn't drunk anymore. Just a moment. He looked around and grinned childishly. "What happened to the music?"

Michael swore under his breath and I internally groaned. God, no way, this was the worst timing ever! Where was the responsible Dan when you needed him? I wanted to slap him so hard now.

"Dan," Michael said warningly.

My mother's eyebrows shot up. "This is Dan?" she demanded sharply. "The young man you're living with? The one you described as responsible? Who claimed he was your guardian?"

I swallowed. "Mom, he is, very responsible. He just...he just drank and now..."  I didn't know what to say. Either way, my words would come out the wrong way.

"You've been living with a boy who drinks?" she hissed, her tone only getting angrier. "You think I can trust you after this Angelina? How will I ever know if my own daughter has been deceiving me? I never want you living with this....this irresponsible and reckless scoundrel again!"