Enough

Chapter 24.

Songs:

What now | Rihanna

Iris | Sleeping with Sirens

Right now | One Direction

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''Mrs. Anabelle-'' I smile at Harry as he tries his best to get a good impression from my mother.

''Cut the act, Harry,'' she barks, ''Sam, are you coming?''

I sigh knowing the fact that my mother will be even more disappointed at me if I go with Harry, and I'm really curious what kind of words the letter contains, how he displayed them and if he really made a big effort in trying to be romantic. He knows how much that would mean to me. 

''Um, actually I'm going.'' I tell her, feeling the need to be with Harry right now. I missed him, how we talk and even intimate moments. I'll never admit that to Harry though.

''I feel like leaving this place too,'' my mother says, ''I'm over talking to all of these rich and fancy people. They're egoistic, all they talk about is their massive houses and cars.'' She whispers carefully not to let anyone hear except for me and Harry.

''Actually, um,'' I rub my temples quite afraid of what my mother will do once she figures out I'm not going with her. ''I'm going with Harry.''

He wraps his arms around my waist from behind, and I close my eyes while embracing the warmth and the smell of his amazingly good cologne, and the actual scent of Harry which makes my heart melt right at the spot.

I can practically hear Harry's smirk from behind at my mother's facial expression full of shock. The colour of her face has drained and she looks pale, paler than me even.

''You must be joking,'' she shakes her head as to get out of this dream, perhaps nightmare. 

''Mum-''

''Don't call me that!'' She surprises me by yelling at me, and I step back to get as far away from this angry woman so called my mother. ''A daughter does not treat her mother this way, Samantha. I can't even call you my daughter, what happened to you? How could this.. punk.. change you?''

I gasp, not really believing my mother's words. I thought she was over or at least less mad at me about mine and Harry's relationship. Maybe I changed, but to someone better. To someone who doesn't judge people before knowing the real history behind that person's behaviour. Myself, I falled in love with one of those persons and I don't regret anything.

I point at my mother, still in shock, while still standing here by Abbie's grave, ''how could you say that? He's not a punk! Maybe I changed but to the better. I'd rather be with a cow or something worse than staying with a judgemental.. bitch!'' 

I close my eyes to calm myself down, but also quite not ready to see the look on my mother's face. I just called her a bitch and yes, she is. But I regret them, it was just something to say in anger. I don't care if I lost my relationship with her though. No one should talk about people like Harry in that way. Ever. 

''Sam,'' Harry whispers while pulling my wrist softly and slightly, ''let's just go.''

I ignore him and wave him off, ready to inspect my mother's face. But when I open my eyes, my heart drops to my stomach as I find her in tears. The tears remind me of my father and sister's death. 

*Flashback

''Why do they always fight?'' I ask my 13 year old sister Riley as we walk around the small pond filled with all kind of fishes.

''Becasue sometimes people don't agree on the same things,'' Riley responds, and wraps her thin leather jacket tighter around her small body because of the cold wind.