Tear In My Heart (Donatello X OC)

C.21

Mom decided to drop in unexpectedly, so the two of us were now sitting on my couch drinking tea. I was wearing my normal skinny jeans, but with a nicer shirt and better looking makeup. I actually spent a little time on my hair even, and put earrings in.

"Honey, you don't have to dress up for me." Mom said and sipped her pineapple flowering tea.

"I'm not dressed up... I just look nicer and more put-together than usual." I smiled and she chuckled at me.

"I brought you a gift." She said and took out a bag, and handed it to me. It was small, but very heavy. I opened it to see a transparent teapot.

"Oh mom... it's beautiful. I love it. You should have given it to me earlier! I would've made the tea in it!" I sighed and she hummed.

"Well, we're almost done with this pot, anyway. Just make another." She said and I smiled.

"So, what's new? Anything important I missed?" I asked, hearing my window creak open, but I decided to ignore it. She would meet the guys sometime anyway.

"Well, we had a family reunion." She said and my jaw dropped. "And no, I didn't tell you because I know how you are about them."

"Well, did anything happen? Did anyone say anything? About... anything?" My mind was blank.

"Grandma asked about you. No one knows where you are, and I of course didn't tell them. Your uncle, Robbie, is convinced that you hate them all. Dale got piss drunk and told me some interesting things." She said and I winced.

"Shit."

"Shit's right. You learned how to shoot a rifle when you were fifteen? When was this?" She asked and I bit my lip.

"I needed to talk to Dale about something, boy related, and we got sidetracked and... ended up at his shooting range?" I said with a sheepish smile and she just stared at me.

I cleared my throat. "That's beside the point. Why are they pretending to care about me? Why did you go? You and I feel exactly the same about them!" My mind was completely blank with anger. I saw nothing but red as I clenched my jaw.

"I went because my mother wants to make up for lost time." She said.

"It's called lost time for a reason. Once you've lost something, like time, you can't get it back." I stood up sharply and started pacing with arms tightly crossed. I completely forgot that the dudes were spying.

"Dorian, you know that's not necessarily true." Mom said, setting her teacup down and watching me.

"It is in this case! They're... they're complete wastes of space! You told me how they treated you and how they never came to our rescue! Especially when we were knee deep in nothing but shit and what did they do? They pulled a Thranduil! We were Thorin Oakenshield and they looked down at us and turned away like that Thranduil!" I ranted, now shouting a bit.

"They did nothing for us when we needed them and now you're playing nice and trying to help your mom not care any further? That's bullshit, mom!" I full on yelled and she just sat there patiently.

"I wish you didn't inherit your father's temper." She sighed.

"Do not compare me to him!" I screamed, feeling my face redden with emotion. "I am nothing like him! He is the reason for all this! He's the king of the fuck-ups!"

Mom just stared at me and I waited for her to say something.

"Drink the rest of your tea, Dor." She said calmly and I rolled my eyes, but did as she said.

"Now take a few breaths." She said and I gave her a look. "Do it, Dorian." So I did, and she got up and stood about a foot and a half away from me. She reached her hand out but paused maybe two inches from me, afraid to touch me.

I just turned, grabbed the teapot and dumped the rest in the sink and started boiling water and putting teabags in the glass one to brew.

"It saddens me that all those years of counseling did nothing. Maybe we should..." She hummed, sitting back on the couch.

"Therapy doesn't work when you know the tricks." I quoted Will Graham.

I heard mom chuckle and quote Jack Crawford. "Therapy won't work because you won't let it."

"I don't want anyone in my head." I grumbled and poured the boiling water from my old teapot to the transparent one with the tea, and leaned on the counter, watching it brew. Watching the clear water slowly turn to a dark brick reddish brown was pretty calming. I took the teabags out, dumped a bit of sugar in and stirred, then brought it over and poured myself a cup.

"It's to help you, you know-" Mom said and trailed off, and I looked up at her to find her staring at Mikey, who was in the corner, completely visible.

"Fuck." I mumbled.