Go Rot In Your Lamborghini

Hidden Families

    May

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             I stepped away from the Camaro slowly, frowning. Well that was a weird ride, I thought as Rafe backed out, his Camaro giving it's nice little rumble that accompanied our awkward silence.

                        As soon as he asked about my Mom, he basically just shut up, frowning, and glanced over at me giving me several worried once-overs. But then, at the end of the night- It seemed like I was... more respected than originally thought. It felt like- Rafe made me feel like I had more self-worth.

                        Turning around, I noticed a Cadillac parked next to my Mini Cooper.  I shook it off, climbing up the steps to the house, slowly. I pulled open the door,lightly , careful to be quiet in case Mom wasn't up. But she probably was. The kitchen was filled with voices. That's strange. Mom had someone over. Hm. It's always been Mom, and I. Dad was always off working - God knows where. Maybe Dad came home! I started to get excited, and slowly I creeped by the kitchen.

                       "Regina! You cannot hide this from here, forever. I understand that you want her to grow up as a normal kid- but honestly, she's far from normal!" That voice belonged to none other than Grandma Verdin. I sat on the staircase, that led up to my room, which was just near the kitchen. I listened silently as Mom snapped back, "You have got to be kidding me! You can't just throw her out into your world because you want to, mother. I lived that life- you shouldn't make her live it. It was hell for me, and knowing May, it would be for her. You're not taking my child and placing her in that hell. I went through it, and that's enough. All I could ask, is, for her to make friends!"

                                      "Regina, calm down. Let her try it. She needs to know, who, and what she is. She can't keep living her life hidden like you want her to be! She is important to us. You never know if she'll like it. In fact, I am throwing her a ball next weekend. If she doesn't show up-"

                           "She won't be. Don't send her anything. Just get out of my house." Mom snapped, I could tell she was probably shaking her head, and pinching the bridge of her nose. It was a thing she and I seemed to do when we were mad or sad. 

                                        Grandma Verdin appeared in the doorway, gasping when she found me sitting on the stairs. Her grey hair was elegantly piled on top of her head. I was always a little jealous, of how easy she looked to be graceful and beautiful and- just amazing, even if she was sixty- something. She was always perfectly shaped, and everything. Her kind eyes scanned me over, as I looked at her- bleary eyed, and simply a mess.

                            "What's going on?" I whispered, biting my lip. "Nothing." My mother snapped, standing in the doorway to the kitchen behind Grandma. "Your grandmother was just leaving." Grandma looked back at me, and nodded as if to reassure me. "I'll be in soon to visit, honey." She murmured, patting me on the head gently. "No, she won't." Mom snapped, going back in the kitchen, as Grandma left.

                         "Mom-?" I started to question, but I was answered by a slam of her bedroom door. I sighed, getting up and climbing up the stairs,  confused and in a daze.