Chapter 4: Ditch Day part 3 Accusations and Baseballbats.
Ashley's pov:
"Ashley! are you alright!? who the hell is that? did he take you?! why are you not at school??! I am so happy you're alright!" my mother rambled on, I could feel anger boiling through my veins.
"MOM, what the hell?!" I shouted, seeing my boyfriend knocked out, because my mother had hit him with a baseball bat. God, if he stays with me it'll be a miracle.
"Watch your language. Why are you not in school?" she had obviously figured out that I was purposefully not at school "And why are you with, this...boy."
I could see the utter disgust written throughout her face.
"Oh, uh.. that's uhm. My boyfriend. His name is Michael, we came home for lunch, because, we're allowed to do that. But then we heard someone's car go into the driveway so we hid in my room" ...did I mention how fantastic I am under pressure? (note my sarcasm)
I was now trying to get my passed out boyfriend off the floor while my mother continued to interrogate me.
"How long have you been together?"
"Six months" I really wasn't in the mood for this. There is a person possibly severely hurt and needing medical attention and all she can do is ask questions.
"Six months and I find out about him now?"
"Yup, can you please help me get him up, you sort of hit him with a baseball bat and now he's unconscious"
She did help him up, which surprised me, I personally thought she would have just whacked him again. Luckily this was not the case.
"Why did you not tell me you had a boyfriend?" she asked, obviously feeling a little hurt that her daughter would not tell her after 6 months.
"Because I knew you would act like this, with, accusations and baseball bats!"
"Oh! watch your tone young lady! and don't you dare give me any of that baseball bat bologna! what if he was a rapist! or! or what if he was about to hurt you!"
"Speaking of baseball bats what are we supposed to do he still hasn't woke up!"
My moms face fell, realizing that he was, in fact, still unconscious.
Her facial expression then changed from, what one could only describe as 'oh shit.' to 'he'll be fine.'
"He'll be fine" she exclaimed "Just get him a warm towel and some Advil when he wakes up. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to grab my phone charger and head to lunch with your father. I don't have time to deal with this, and really, pink hair? is that a tattoo? I thought I raised you better!"
"And I bet you didn't think you were going to have disappointment in daughter form but here we are" I mumbled under my breath.
My mother let out a frustrated sigh.
"He's not good for you"
"You don't know him."
"I know his type, the type of music he listens to messes with your head and scrambles your mind enough to make you want to dye your hair pink!"
"Mom, we listen to the same music."
"Is he pressuring you into that type of music? Heck! Soon your hair will be pink too!"
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A Good Girl is A Bad Girl
Hayran Kurgu"Mikey..please.." I said, of course I would love to be laid by Michael Clifford (but honestly who wouldn't) it's not like it would be the first time, nor the last, but my entire family was on the same floor as us, and my mother is an incredibly ligh...
