The Salvatore Witch...

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She frowned when she saw me, "SHE?! I thought you said she was pretty!"

~

Matt seemed very surprised by that sentence. And me, I was furious. I took a step forward, but then Matt reached out and held my waist.

"Mom! She's beautiful," he said with his million dollar smile, and though I was mad, I couldn't help noticing how handsome he was. He'd be perfect for Macenna... if she didn’t go all crazy on his ass...

This brings me to why do I care about Macenna, oh well, I don't know. She seems to be one of the only few people I can tolerate. And that's nice, hell its great... and the reason I care? She stole my face and won’t give it back.

"No, Matthew. Honey, I'm sure she has you wrapped around her pinkie finger, making you do everything she needs. Sweetheart, I don't think you understand that she's just toying with you."

"Mom-"

"No, no, sugar, listen to me-"

I took a deep breath, this was going to be a long night, "Excuse me ma'am, I hope you realize I'm standing right here."

She, for the first time actually looked at my face and gave me a disgusted look, "You say that like I give a fuck."

Matt's mouth fell open and I knew he wasn't going to really say anything, so I started, "What's your problem!"

"You, you are my problem."

"I did nothing to you, you're just being rude for nothing!"

"You look like you've run away and you're with Matt just for financial help."

My eyes widened, "How dare you talk about me like that! Let me inform you, I am very rich. You could come see my house and my car and my clothes and my beach houses and my connections and then decide who's poor. Thank you very much."

"Oh, a rich brat, using Matty because she doesn't get love."

"FYI woman, a lot of people have been in love with me. A lot of people still love me and will love me forever." She didn't know the second meaning behind this, but whatever.

She rolled her eyes, "Ah, the way you say it makes it sound like you've been with a lot of guys. Great, so a slut, could this get any worse?"

I stepped forward and in one swift moment, I slapped the bitch hard in the face.

~

Matt and I were now in his house. His mother had an ice bag pressed to her cheek and she constantly gave me the 'I'm going to murder you very soon,' looks.

I gave her the, 'You look like I give a fuck look.' Yes, I'm that cool.

"Well, its great to know that my mother and girlfriend are bonding greatly," Matt commented, watching us from the other side of the room.

"Honey, she has pink hair for Christ's sake!"

I cleared my throat, "Says the woman whose door bell plays the Christmas Tune."

She glared at me, "Shut up you ugly bitch!"

And I laughed, "Look who's calling who ugly! You're the one who's thirty-five and pretends to be twenty!"

Matt sighed audibly, "This dinner is not going how I planned."

"This decade is not going how I planned," I muttered under my breath.

"Say what?"

"Its nothing mom," Matt muttered, "I'm really hungry."

She stood up and walked into the kitchen, "I did make something to eat. You both go sit, I'll get it." Then as she entered the kitchen, I heard her yell, "Although I'm not sure if I'll give the jack ass girlfriend food or poison."