Cherry soda calamity

🍒five🍒

I looked down at my hands, twiddling with them as my mother radiated with aggravation.
She placed her menu down and gave me a bleak look. I knew she was pissed, I looked down again in shame and squeaked out a sorry.
"No, no, no. you already said it. It's out there" My mom said sharply.
Fuck, I thought.
I couldn't tell if she was going to make a scene yet.
She leaned forward, and pressed her head in her hands and exhaled sharply. She stood up and grabbed her purse, walking out. I knew I was expected to follow, and I hurried along after her, tail between my legs.
As soon as she left the restaurant, she sped walk to the car, and slammed the door shut after her.
FuCk. I thought, knowing i was going to get a tongue lashing.
I sat awkwardly in the car, clicking myself in and folding my arms.
She didn't start the car for what seemed like an eternity. The flashing of the fluorescent sign darkening her features.
"How could you say that?" She asked quietly.
I said nothing. She breathed heavily through her nose. "The divorce isn't even finalized, He's living with his faggot friend, and I'm pretty sure they're .." She stops for a moment, considering her next words. "Together." she says in a tone you'd use with a child when describing a huge misfortune,
She just stared at me for a little bit, her expressions changing rapidly. She closed her eyes and inhaled, turning the car on, and backing out.
My stomach growled, but i didn't dare tell her i was still hungry.
I looked out the window and tried to ignore my mother. She was mumbling about how my father deceived her for all these years, how he was probably just faking it because he doesn't find her pretty anymore, and other nasty things that made my insides churn.
My back felt cold and clammy, and my fingers were tingling. I hated her for calling him all these shity slurs, like she wasn't his best friend for the last 16 years.
. I hated she didn't understand. I hated I didn't quite understand
I hated she was hurting.
I just hated,
and hated,
and hated.
I sat in the car dwelling in my hate, and discontent until I was on the verge of tears, I couldn't help but blame my mother for them splitting up, I couldn't stand the entire situation and it quite frankly seemed like one of those shitty nightmares you don't tell anyone about.
We were finally pulling up to our driveway when she turned to me and quietly said "you're to go to bed as soon as you step inside, no arguments you have school tomorrow"
I scoffed at her, and unbuckled my belt, not even waiting for her to park before I opened the car door and ran out towards the house.