I jumped on my bed and cried. I feel so guilty. Who would just slam the door on their own mothers face. Sure she was being an ass, but she is the only reason I'm alive.
I tried to stay in my room for the rest night but an hour later my bladder felt like an ocean got dumped into it. I had to go.
I slowly opened the door peeking out both ways just in case. I let out a sigh of relief. The coast was clear. I stepped out the door. My foot hurt. I probably stepped on a toy. I looked down. I saw my mom. I was stepping on her hand. I gave her a confused look. "Your on my hand" she said through gritted teeth.
I nodded and got off her foot. She sat up and she pushed me into my room. I was honestly scared of her. She has so much power against me. She sat me down. "We need to talk" she said. I was mad at her. After all these years she now decides to tall to me. I was gonna pull out my sassy ness, in this conversation. Watch it mom.
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Alone | Shaytards
Fanfictiona·lone əˈlōn/ adjective & adverb 1. having no one else present; on one's own. Emmi has no one. Avia and Braille hang out. Gavin, Gage, and Cooper hang out. Brock and Daxton hang out. Emmi hangs out with no one. She has nobody.
