Mad and moving

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*AMBER'S POV

"Get the hell out of my house!" My mom yelled at Zayn. "I figured those stories about the Malik family were fake, but I guess I was wrong!"

"Let me explain," Zayn said trying to bargain with the woman.

"I don't want to here it!" She yelled back as she grabbed my tall lamp swinging it at him.

Zayn ran out the door when he saw she wasn't kidding. Damn it! I might actually have liked him. Every time anything interesting happens my mother ruins it. I knew he wouldn't be back, but I wanted him to, I wanted him to barge through the door and tell my mother that he just wants to get to know me.

I walked downstairs to see my mother still sitting at the table. The food was still out so I decided I should probably eat. I made a plate silently as she watched me. My mom had always had a yelling problem and after she either regretted it or she yelled some more.

As I made my plate she looked in deep thought then said "it's because your a slut isn't it!"

"What is?" I asked offended

"That Zayn boy would never have liked you if you weren't such a slut, and I raised you better than to become a hooker!" She shouted

I dropped my plate and ran up to my room. How could she say that? I had never been more mad in my life! I grabbed my bag angrily showing clothes into it. I was getting out of this house, I didn't care how, or where I was going, just that it was out.

I new I didn't want to come back, and I also new I would come back, not for my mother, but for my sisters sake. I packed enough for a week or two away, and about $250 in cash that I had saved from my job. I grabbed my jacket and my car keys, and stomped down the stairs.

"Amber honey, I didn't mean it, you know that," she said in tears realizing what she had done, but it was to late.

"I'm moving out I yelled," as I slammed the front door and ran to my car.

I started the car and drove for ten minutes then started to wonder where I was going to stay. Usually when I was mad at my mom I would stay at Tammie's house, but she was out of town, and didn't have room for me for the long run.

Deep in thought I didn't realize where I was driving when I hit someone with my car! I got out to see if the person was ok when I recognized who it was and bursted into tears. The person I had hit was Zayn Malik my next door neighbour that I was trying to protect.

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