I sat with my head against the window, looking at the highway as it passed.
"Dakota," she said softly. "You know you can talk to me about anything. I am your mother."
"You're not my mother," I said turning to her. "You didn't raise me. I've only been with you for a year, can you back off?"
"Please, Dakota, don't speak like that," she pleaded with me. "I love you."
"Why?" I shouted as she pulled the car into a parking space. "Because I sure as hell don't love you! I will never love you!" I got out and slammed the door and started walking into the building. I knew she was probably crying.
I walked into to office and the secretary greeted me.
"Good morning, Dakota," she smiled at me. I smiled back and signed in silently. "Dr. Bates will be with you soon." I walked into the waiting room and took a seat between the bookcase and a plastic plant. I passed time by reading stupid magazines and staring at the clock. Twenty minutes later, my name was called. I got up and walked into the office.
"Good afternoon, Dakota," she said.
"Hi, Bates," I responded.
"How are you feeling?" I shrugged.
"Alright."
"Anything unusual happen today?"
"No. Nan and I got in a fight but that's not unusual." She sighed.
"You know she just wants the best for you."
"I know, but she called herself my mom."
"She is, in a way."
"No, she isn't," I spit at her. "She's my legal guardian, and my foster mother. She's not my mom."
"Okay," she sighed. "I was hoping to release you today but it seems you still have some issues we must work through."
"What?" I cried, sitting up. "No, you have to let me go, please."
"I'm sorry Dakota, I can't do that."
"But I'm fine!" I screamed, sitting up. "It's not like I hate her so much I'd kill her! I don't even hate her. She's just not my mom!" I started crying. "Please, I hate this. Let me go."
"I can't."
Forty-five minutes later, I get back into the car with Nan. I shut the door and look forward.
"I'm sorry," I told her.
"Me too," she said softly. She starts the car and we drive back to the house.
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Built
General FictionPeople are built for different things. Their lives mapped in various ways, and their brains structured in different forms. And no one knows exactly how it'll all end. But at least we know what we're doing for the time being. Well, that's what they t...
