Fix Her Parker

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Word Count: 1,895

"Wake up!"

What now?

I pull the sheet up over my head to signal that I don't wanna talk and maybe, god please maybe she'll go away.

"I told you not to act like a child and what do you do. You act like a god damn child Ivy!"

"Don't use Gods name in vain," I reply and point at her.

"Don't get smart with me right now I'm not in the mood he called me and feels like he's unappreciated," She bites back.

I open my eyes and see aunt May pacing around my bedroom with her hands on her hips.

"He's over dramatic for a grown man."

Is she really mad at me for Owen being butt hurt?

"He was just talking."

"He was just bringing her up," I hiss back.  I've told him if he ever brought up her again after the last time I will not hesitate to walk away.

"Watch your tone! He brought her up because she's trying to get custody of you!  If you would have sat there and listened you would have heard that she's doing much better now and the court is considering it was their first option."

I chuckle.

"Better my ass. Ten bucks she still sniffing powder on her broke boyfriends nasty couch," I say while I untangle myself from my blankets angrily and sit up.

She takes a seat on my bed and sighs.

All I do is stare at aunt May.  I don't know what to say.  She knows how I feel towards my mother.  She has always known how much I dislike her.

Finally she decides to break the silence.

"I can't take care of you forever.  I'm not the type that can give love to a child."

She didn't have to tell me what I already knew.

I knew the moment Owen walked me through the front door.  The look on her face wasn't love or excitement, it was fear.

She didn't know anything other than my name was Ivy and her nephew, my brother, was the kid they had plastered on every news channel in the state.

I can say though that I love aunt May.  I honestly don't know why she doesn't have a husband.

I mean other than her giant collection of manikin heads that are currently chilling downstair in the living room.

I suppose that a deal breaker for some.

"You can't hate her forever.  It's not good for you."

I turn and stare at her.

"You hate her too."

She sighs and nods her head.

"I do. Your mother has made mistakes and burned some bridges that I don't think can be rebuilt, but not a day goes by where I don't wish that I could call her and have my old best friend back."

Thinking about it I realize she's right, but I didn't care. 

I could go the rest of my life without my mother and I would be perfectly content.