Adamantine

-2- Not so much

"What the fuck do you mean you are in debt?!" I shout at my mom in disbelief. "Exactly what I just said (Y/N) I have no money, and I'm not gonna get a payday because they blocked my credit card." she tried to explain calmly, gritting her teeth, her gaze dipped in anger. The further she explained the more stupid I felt under her stern face. "Well what the hell are we supposed to do now? What about the bills? What about your daily dose of alcohol? Or better: who is gonna pay for your piece of shit 'boyfriend's bar debts? How the fuck are we gonna live while your fuck buddy keeps drinking in every bar in town and keeps banging chicks with STD's, while you smoke all day and cry yourself to sleep". I press my nose bridge in annoyance turning towards the stairs; well.. That was my plan until my shoulder got gripped from behind, I turn back around before my mother by the shear force of her pale, veiny hand.
Her eyes weren't filled with hurt. No, they were full of anger, hatred and so distant. Despite burning the devastating image into my brain, she had no remorse over her own creation, her own flesh and blood, she felt anything but sorry for me- the girl who inherited her mother's eyes- yet they were completely different from the one's she had. Mother had no intentions of leaving me 'unpunished' so as if on Que, she swung her hand across my left cheek. My brain in fact wasn't surprised by the action, yet my eyes were racing, it took me all my willpower not to swat her hand away from my shoulder she was still gripping tight, and lash out at her with my fist in her face still smudged with last nights make up.
The sting on the left side of my face, also left my ear with the screeching aftermath of the blow. Although the screeching was horrible and the pulsating pain on my face wasn't helping me focus either, she lowered her head, massaged her hand she abused me with, and spoke up through gritted teeth "Get a job, or get the fuck out of my house".

So I put my stuff in Jay's (aka my mom's fuck buddy's) sports bag, dunno why the fool even has a branded Puma bag, the guy is as fat as a pig, and I never saw him anywhere near any gym equipment in my whole life. Placing a bag over my shoulder I practically kick the front door open, taking the lone umbrella from a red rack, placed just by the door that just smashed violently into the outer wall, and headed out in the rain with my phone pressed against my right ear, I dial Jaebum's number. It's uncomfortable with the umbrella in my left hand, but the hit from earlier still hurts so I didn't have many options. My phone went silent and the automatic operator message played "The person you're trying to call is not availab--" I hang up before the operator finishes and dial Jessie, and after a few beeps she picked up.

"Heyah (Y/N) wassup?" My brain relaxed immediately after hearing her sweet voice. " Hey.. So ugh, I kinda ran away, so like, could you..perhaps let me crash at your place until I get back on my feet...?" I walk slowly towards her house, because I already know her answer. The girl yells something to her Mom and yells a quick "HELL YAS, oh mah gash, wouldn't it be like a sleepover? Just like when we were kids? But don't try to pet my fish this time okay? And did you bring your toothbrush?" "....Yeah, I won't, I promise. No worries, I'm not planning to stay for long and get in your way..." I smile sheepishly and I swore I heard the girl pout. "You're gonna stay here until I will tell you to leave me, and that's never gonna happen. You should've thought about this sooner, because once you're with me, I ain't leaving ya. Got that?" I turn to her front yard "Yeah..." hanging up the call, I climb the 3 stairs on her porch, approaching her front door I knock 2 times before opening the door myself. "I'm here!" I close the door behind me and drop my jacket on the coat hanger, placing the wet umbrella in the corner just near the door, I take off my wet shoes taking a few steps inside the house, I hear rushed footsteps against the dark oak floor and a girl mushes my body with hers for a deathly hug. "Yaah, I haven't seen you since yesterday" I roll my eyes at her clingyness and poke her cute cheek to give me some space. "Hello (Y/N), how are you?" Jessie's mom, Mary, speaks up, standing in the door frame that lead right to the kitchen, with a bowl in her hands, she looked like she was mixing batter of sorts. "I've been better Mrs. Falkreath, thank you for letting me stay here." I smile and do a 90 degree bow. "Aish, I told you (Y/N) don't be so formal with me, I see you as my second daughter, call me by my name or just call me mom" the brown haired woman laughs and teasingly pulls on Jessie's sleeve "Let her change, the girl might catch a cold," she scolds her daughter and turns back to the kitchen. "Also, the chicken is in the oven, and the cookies will be ready in a few hours so wash up!" we yell 'OKAY' in a unison and rush to Jessie's room, both of us wanted to take the sweetest spot she had in her room which was the big puffy bean bag in the corner of her sky blue colored room she got for her 13Th birthday 5 years ago.
Once she opened the door to her room she Rambo jumped onto her bean bag, leaving me in her dust and sadness. "YAH, you totally cheated!" I accuse her, even though I knew she didn't do anything "NUH UH. I won fair and square. C'mon go take a shower, the towel is above the hamper. You know the whole deal, chop chop sistah" the girl laughs and I admit defeat.