Sweet Love #Wattys2016

1 - Bombshell

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I stare at my mother in utter disgust. Today of all days she decides to drop the bombshell.

"No. There's no way I'm going. You can't make me." I cross my hands firmly over my chest. Maybe if I put up a good enough fight she'll come to her senses.

She lets out a loud snort. "Of course I can make you. I'm your mother."

As of right now, I really wish she wasn't. It's because of her that my summer plans are now officially ruined.

"But mom you don't understand, me and Roni were planning on doing so much this summer. Her dad finally got her a car, and the both of us have been dreaming about this road trip all year. All year mom! You can't just crush your daughters dream like that."

She continues lathering a dish plate with soap then rinses it, completely ignoring me.

"Mom!"

She finally turns to look at me, but with narrowed eyes. "I'm very sorry Aria but you're going. Your dad and I thought it would be good for you to get out of Michigan for a while-"

"But for the whole summer? That's just ridiculous." My mom doesn't see me roll my eyes because she's back to washing. "And since when do you and dad agree on things? You've both butted heads ever since I was born, hence the reason why he left."

The glass cup in her hand crashes to the bottom of the sink. I regret saying it the moment the words leave my mouth. Any mention of their divorce is like a punch in the stomach.

"Sorry mom. I didn't mean that." I let my hands fall to my sides, feeling a sudden guilt for such harsh words. She doesn't respond but resigns to scrubbing a dirty pot. After a few moments, I can't bare the awkward silence any longer. "Mom--"

She cuts me off before I have the chance to inhale my next breath. "Aria. You're going to California to live with your father for the summer and there's no if, ands or buts' about it. I already bought your ticket so my decision is final. Do I make myself clear?"

I groan, throwing my head back in bubbling anger. She glares at me, the crease in her forehead deepening. "Do I make myself clear?" she repeats, louder.

"Yes mom. Crystal."

She places the last dish on the drying rack before turning back to face me again. "Good," her shoulders relax and the side of her lips contort into a slight smile. "Because you leave tomorrow."

I almost choke right then and there. "What do you mean tomorrow?!"

She wipes her wet hands on a cloth before marching into the hallway. I quickly follow after her. "Your flight is tomorrow at 1:00pm sharp. I expect you to be ready an hour earlier so I can drop you to the airport."

My eyebrows wrinkle in the center of my forehead. "But I haven't even started packing yet!"

She grins, draping a hand over my slim shoulders. "Then I guess you better go get started."