WANTED

I Don't Want You In My House{Chapter Twenty - Six}

I woke up to the smell of bacon, and man it smelled good.
I slowly opened my eyes to see if Tyson was sleeping - he was gone.
I sat upright and spotted a tray with breakfast that consisted of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fruit salad and freshly squeezed orange juice and a letter.
It read: Morning C, I wanted to stay but had to go somewhere, I'll see you later
I love you
T
Ohhhhhhh, my goodness.
Tyson was the best boyfriend ever.
Who wouldn't want to wake up to the smell of breakfast.
I ate the breakfast and went downstairs to put the tray away, just as I was about to make my way upstairs, there was a knock on the door.

"You're back early," I said opening the door and stopped mid sentence.
I shut the door, collected myself and opened the door and was met by a very pissed off looking woman.
Aunt Sophia.
Also known as the party animal.

"You better have a reason why you shut the door in my face," she said, before I could answer she gave me a big hug, released me and went inside the house,"Be a dear and bring in my bags."

I just started at the spot where she stood seconds ago.
Why was she here!
I picked up her many bags and followed after her.
She was in the kitchen making herself at home.

"Be a sweetheart and put my bags in the guest room," she instructed.

"Why are you here?" I asked pitting the bags down,"I don't want you here. "

"Child, you got a dirty mouth," she said giving me one of her who do you think you are looks,"First you shut the door in my face now you are kicking me out?"

"Yes," I exclaimed, "So please take your bags and get out of my face!"

She squinted her eyes at me, wagged her finger at me,"Child you tried it! You better treat me with respect, I am your elder."

"I could care less," I shot back,"Close the door on your way out."

I made my way upstairs to take a shower and brush my teeth. When I went back downstairs she was still there."I thought I told you to go. Leave."

She turned down the volume of the TV and turned around on the couch to look at me,"Watch your mouth little girl, just because you're all grown up doesn't mean you can run your mouth like a spoilt brat."

She stood up and walked up to me until she was in my face,"Your sorry ass better show some respect...or else I'll teach you a lesson or two."

I stood my ground and stared at her with defiance in my voice,"Aunt Sophia, I do not want you in my house. The last time you came here, I ended up in the hospital with a broken leg. Not only are you a danger to yourself but you're a danger to everyone around you."

"For your information I came here for my sister, and to support you," she said, masking on an innocent face.

"Oh please," I snorted, "The only reason you're here is because you are broke, because you gambled all your money away. That's right, I know about your gambling addiction and that you had to go to rehab for that."

She suddenly started to laugh,"Oh my little Emelia, you crack me up. Why do you have to be so damn uptight? Live a little."

"Don't call me that name, nobody calls me Emelia," I growled right in her face,"Now leave."

"Girl you are trying my patience," she began,"Now take my bags up to the guest room."

"You have hands, do it yourself," I said.

"Just because you stabbed your parents doesn't mean you are a big shot," she retorted.

I closed my eyes and calmed myself.
No way was I going to allow her to upset me any further,"You and I have never liked each other, so don't come into my home and speak crap."

"Have you ever wondered why I don't like you?"she asked," Well let me tell you, I don't like your attitude."

"Lies! You don't like me because I am the child of your dream man, my father. You wish he married you instead of mom. When my parents got a divorce, you couldn't wait to get your filthy claws into my father," I exclaimed.

"You know what? I am going to freshen up, I got guest arriving in thirty minutes," she said talking her bags with her.

"No! No one is coming over here. What is wrong with you?" I said shaking my head at her. The only thing she cared about was partying. I took the car keys from the key holder and walked out without turning back.
She was really something.

I went to the hospital to see my mom. No new news, nothing had changed since the last time I saw her.
I stayed with her for half of the day, mostly I would tell her about how I ran away after the incident and how Tyson and his gang helped me in the situation.
I did get a little annoyed that she wasn't responding to me, I know it wasn't her fault...but I really needed my mom.
Once she woke up, we'd start our lives somewhere where people didn't know us, a place where we could be free.
I don't know what made me do it, but when I left my mom's hospital room to go home, I found myself standing outside Bob's room.
Naturally I would have turned around and walked away - but I wasn't scared anymore.
I turned the door knob and walked in.
What a sorry sight he was.
I slowly walked up to him and a smile slowly appeared on my face,"Dear Bob. Look at you, so pathetic. You messed with the wrong girl, if you know what's good for you, you better not wake up from that coma."
I walked out feeling like I had won the lotto.

I got home around 7:35, and the place was a mess.
I'm talking about alcohol bottles everywhere, food on the floor, plastics, papers all the works.

"Aunt Sophia! Get your ass out here!" I shouted.
No answer.
She was probably upstairs sleeping off her hangover.
I stomped upstairs and barged into the guest room and sure enough, there she was snoring like a freaking pig.
I stomped back downstairs and grabbed a pan and  stomped back to her room.
I stood right above her head and loudly banged the pan above the head board.

"Wake the hell up!" I shouted banging even harder,"Don't tell me you're already tired. Get up so that you can clean the mess you made!"

She groaned and jolted upright looking at me with evil eyes,"What the hell is wrong with you! You can't just barge in here making such a racket. Shut up or get out!"

I screamed in frustration and walked out the room banging the door behind me for good measure.
I grabbed the car keys that I left on the kitchen counter and opened door just as Tyson was about to knock.

"Good you're here. Let's go," I said taking his hand and led him to his car.
If I stayed one more second in that house - I was gonna loose it.

Hey guys I am getting closer to finishing the book. Tell me what ur fav part of the boom was.
Here's this chapters question:
Question: Why do you think Courtney doesn't like being called by her second name?
Good luck and happy reading.
Dinela
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