A Tattooed Angel

Slamming the front door behind me, the shouting a yelling from this morning was now confined to the four walls in which we call our ‘happy’ family home. The raging temperament of my mother never seemed to stop as she grilled her children on every movement they made the day before and were planning to make today.

 You see mother never seems to realise my early morning routine is the same, get up and run. Well jog around town, beach and park for two hours which she is normally fine with until Dylan was his normally twatish self. Ever since he turned up stoned out of his brain and slurring his words mum has gone all protective monster mother on us well me.

 Bet some people can relate, being the youngest of two mum has always wrapped me in cotton wool and from a young age she always took me training, jogging, to the cinema or even sometime to the loo. Once ok once. You’d think she would be nice but no she’s also pushy, forcing and driving but not in a good way.

Anyway this morning she’s grilled me through my jog about who I saw, where i stopped to rest, who I spoke too and if I knew where Dylan was well this ended badly and now I’m here still in my running gear and propped up against the wall of my garden. I have no phone, no money or my sun glasses to keep the sun out of my eyes.

Pushing off the wall I headed towards the one place where I was never in the wrong and my second home. Tom’s house. Me and Tom have known each other for ever and his family are like my second family. Jogging three houses down i stopped and pushed the gate open, crunching up their gravel path my trainers made it clear someone was on the way to the door. Knocking my knuckles against the door I waited patiently for an answer and soon one came, Mrs Jacobs swung the door open with a smile “morning Char”

 “Morning would I be able to see Tom” I questioned as she peered around me.

 “Of course, maybe you can get him out of bed” she grinned. Stepping aside she let me float past, yes I floated well tripped up the step and into the house. Smooth. Ripping my trainers off I rested them on the floor by the door and took off up the stairs, I bounded past his sisters room and along to the last door.

 Awkwardly pushing open the door I peered in the room to see an empty bed, I swung the door open completely “ouch what was that….ops” a voice erupted from behind the door, sliding past it shut revealing Tom stood their in his joggers. I stood there slightly confused for a second before shaking my head “hey I left some clothes here can I borrow your shower and change?”

 “Yeah sure, you don’t need to ask”” he paused “why?”

“Mothers”

So i know i made a story under this title before but had a better idea so it's short but it will get better and longer i promise x x