Melted

Chapter 10

After my long walk home from school, I walked into my house to find my mom crying on the couch. Her hands hovered her face and she was breathing very fast.

I dropped my backpack by the staircase and slowly walked over to her, trying to quickly think of something to say that wouldn't sound stupid but also make it sound like I actually cared.

Once I reached the couch, I took a seat next to her, keeping my eyes glued to the floor. As I continued to look at the ground, it finally became clear to me the reason why she was crying. And asking her "what's wrong?" isn't going to do it for her.

"Mom..?" I whispered, but I don't think I whispered loud enough. "Mom..?" I tried again.

She rubbed her eyes and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Hey sweetie." And that was the first time she ever called me sweetie.

I hesitated for a minute, "what's the story?" I didn't know if I should've asked her about the court thing or let it be and see what she says, but something tells me that if I never ask her, she will never tell me anything.

She looked at me and tried to smile, "don't worry about it Eleina." She stood up and walked into the kitchen, a couple feet away.

"Wait, what?" I followed her and made sure I was making eye contact with her, "what do you mean, don't worry about it?"

Our eyes stared in each other's and at that moment I realized that I don't love my mom as much as I used to.

She shook her head, "Eleina, it's nothing,-"

"Don't you dare say its nothing because if that "nothing" is nothing to you then it's probably a very important "something" to me and I will not let you get away with your selfishness anymore. Now tell me everything that's happening. Top to bottom." I angrily said to her, clenching my jaw at the last sentence or two.

My mom stared at me, a tear rolling down her cheek, "I can't tell you."

"Tell me."

"I can't Eleina, so stop trying." She argued.

I could tell her patience was about to be gone but I didn't care. "You can't tell your own daughter what's happening with her family? What's wrong with you?" I turned around and angrily walked away but before climbing the stairs I quickly looked back at her and said, "you bitch."

I raced up the stairs as fast as I possibly could, not once looking back to see if she was following me. But she wasn't anyway.

My anger forced me to slam my door shut and then making me throw my vase filled with flowers my dad had given me the last time I saw him, onto the ground making the water splash everywhere and creating a sheet of shattered glass on my carpet floor.

Still, I did not hear my mom up to check on me.

After a while of just sitting on the floor by all the glass, I remembered about all the good times when I was little; parents loved each other, I didn't know I had dyslexia, my autism wasn't as bad, there were no kids around to make fun of me... I was peaceful.

I couldn't think anymore so I grabbed my phone and did something that I must've done out of anger.

I dialed Zayn's number.