Breaking Free

Breaking Free Part 10

Later on that day, I got a phone call from Justin.

*Phone convo*

You: Hello?

Justin: Hey this is Justin.

You: Oh hey what's up!?

Justin: I was wondering if I could take you out tomorrow night? Like uhhh..the beach? My mom and I were gonna go.and she was wondering if you and your mom wanted in.

You: Sound fun! I'll tell my mom about it. Call you later and let you know what she says.

Justin: Okay thanks. Bye.

You: Bye!(:

*End of phone convo*

When I finished talking to Justin, I put the phone to my heart and threw my head back in happiness. My face was hot. I went downstairs with my mom to tell her.

"Hey mom? Justin just called me." I said smiling.

"What about?" She turned around and sat a can of tomato soup down on the table and sighed deeply. Like she was angry.

"What's your problem?" I said dismissing what I was going to tell her.

"Im-Im just concerned, honey." She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed again.

"Why? There's nothing to be concerned about." I sat myself down on a chair and folded my arms.

"About you and that Justin kid." She took a seat.

"But why?" I asked.

"I-I just don't want you to get hurt by him. From what you've told me, he seems like a nice guy. But anyones personality can change at the drop of a dime." Looking into her eyes, I began to get angry.

"What!?!? Mom, hes not going to hurt me. And I know this." I assured her.

"Yea, and how do you know this?" Her temper built short and her voice rose.

"Because hes a nice guy. He has respect and be cares about me."

"You said the exact same thing about Kyle and look what he's done to you!! He hurt you, made you sad, and made you cry. You don't know for sure that Justin wont do those things. Hes human. He could."

I wanted to scream at her so badly.

"Okay. And how do you know that?" I yelled.

"First off, lower your voice. And second, I've been there. That's how I know. I've been told lies and I've been hurt before. Not with your dad, but by someone ive dated in my teenage years."

I stood up as tears filled my eyes. And through my cracked voice, I yelled:

"I hate you!"