Earth (Complete)

Thirty three

Things got pretty fucked up after Dylan's blowjob. Mom would not leave me alone. Things with Jeremy were getting serious. Too serious for my liking. The date was drawing close. And I still hadn't worked up the courage to tell Dylan.

Things between mom and I were getting worse too. The whole mommy-daughter shit had gotten old apparently and she was prepared to go to the ends of the earth to make sure my life was a living hell. Fight after fight, we'd both get angrier and angrier.

Retaliation and rebellion was not tolerated when it came to my mother, and after each little come back, I'd earn myself a good slap or two. Because physical punishment was the only thing that allowed her to maintain control. I'd usually shut up after she hit me, knowing I'd gotten to her, and laughing inside because she actually got angry after I made a little comment. Every. Single. Time.

The days flew by. Father had written off the money currently sitting with Dylan when the detectives and police monkeys could find no trace of a thief, no sign of forced entry, and nothing else missing but the money.

People became skeptical and questioned my father's actions thereafter. Now that he looked like a fool, in a desperate attempt to cover up, he blamed my mother and her shopping habits. Of course, she forcibly took the blame, and then all was well in wonderland.

And as the days went by, I saw Dylan less and less. His mother was getting worse. And no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't use my father's money.

"They'll call the cops before they even think about selling to me." He would tell me.

And when I suggested that I go buy it for him, I thought the world was going to end. The way he looked at me... No girl ever wants to be looked at like that by the man she loves.

"Don't interfere, Jane." He warned sternly. "She's not yours to take care of."

If only he'd just let me help. If only he'd put his fucking pride aside and let me help. But that was the least of my worries.

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I stood at the end of the never-ending silver white carpet, my mother silently fussing at my side and my father by the altar talking to the priest as Jeremy and his father listened in. I tried to listen in too but I couldn't focus on anything. My tummy felt oddly weird ever since my trip to the hospital.

In preparation of my future, I needed to get off the Fertility Programme. Ever since then, my body has been doing strange things, like feeling incredibly empty, as if it was forcing me towards filling it with something. Like a fucking baby. I tried ignoring that feeling too. There was no way in hell I was sprouting the spawn of Satan any time soon. My mother's fussing helped take my mind off it as well. It gradually grew louder as she began voicing her opinion and threatening me again.

"Everything will go well, I'm sure. If you keep that dirty little mouth of yours closed, I'm sure everything will go smoothly. Listen to the priest and your father and don't do anything you might regret."

I rolled my eyes. "Why? You gonna hit me again?"

"I just might." She said through gritted teeth.

"What are you waiting for?" I said wearily, growing irritated with all the waiting. "Just do it now and get it over with."

She fumed next to me, but before she could react, my father appeared. "Ready, honey?"

"Yes." Mom answered.

"He wasn't talking to you, darling." I flashed a toothy grin her way and hooked arms with my father. Mom cocked her head back in shock and I forced a smiled at dad. "This is how we walk in, right dad?"