The 13 Years Of A Cliche Coward

Chapter 2

Talking to my mom was never easy growing up. She would either start crying and start a guilt trip, or would ignore whoever she was mad at. The only time I could have a heart to heart conversation with her was when she was drunk. The only downside to that is she wouldnt remember the next day. Like when I was 8 and I told my mom I wanted to live with my dad.
"Hey mom. How was your week?" I asked her trying to be calm
"Good sweetie how about you how was school?" She replied
It was silent for a few minutes. I wanted to try and avoid the conversation to come.
"Um my week was Ok. Can I talk to you about something mom."
" Sure what's up?" My mom replied with a worried tone.
I was trying to say the same exact thing I told my dad the morning of.
"Well, I love you but, I was wondering if I could live with my dad? I want to see him more often. I also feel more comfortable with him."
Silence filled the air like gas. It was tearable. I wish I didn't say anything to her yet. I should have told her when she was dropping me off at my dads Sunday morning.
"I have done EVERYTHING for you. What have I done to make you hate you?"
It was silent for the rest of the ride home. I slowly got out of the car dreading the thought of what will happen next. We walk in through the door and thats when it starts.
" I can't believe you! I have sacrificed so much for you!" My mom screams.
" I'm sorry mom."
I try to stay strong but I can't. Tears start trickling down my face.
"Go to your room!"
I went up to my room and I didn't come back down the rest of the week.