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I Will Not Have It

I'm hanging out in my room by myself. Just laying in bed. I just put up a picture on my wall of my mom. I don't see her enough when I'm at daddy's house, and the same vice versa. I have a photo of Daddy at mommy's house too. Suddenly someone knocks on my closed door. "Come in." I call. Mrs. Cathy (my dad's girlfriend) walks in. "Hey, your dad is looking for you." I nod and start to get up. She looks up at the picture of my mom on the wall. "You should take that down." She says. I chuckle. I'm looking down at the floor, looking for my flip flops. "I'm serious." She says. I look up at her, and she looks down at me. "You can't be." "Of course I am. I don't want that picture on the wall." I get up. I'm taller than her, of course. She stares up at me, not backing down. "Well, I do want it. That's my mom. I have a picture of my dad at my mom's house too." I explain. "I don't care. Take it down. I won't have a picture of my boyfriends ex up in my house." She's starting to raise her voice now. "And I won't have you telling my I can't have a picture of my mom up in my room!" We're both shouting now. "Take it down!" "No! I won't have it! You have no right!" My anger starts taking over. I step right up against her and start bumping her towards the door. She pushes her hands against me. "Get off!" She says. I snap. I take my leg and firmly plant it on her stomach. We make eye contact for a split second before I roughly shove her out of my room. She doesn't fall, but she stumbles backwards and hits the wall, hard. "You have no right! I do not respect you that much! How dare you ask this of me!? You deserve to die for what you've done!" I roar. Other people are showing up now. My sisters peek out of their room. Syngin and his girlfriend open their door. Syngin is Cathy's adult son. "Hey! Don't shout at my mom like that." He steps towards me. My anger clouds my judgment, and my reflexes kick in. I swing out my leg, knocking his out from underneath him. He falls on the hardwood floor with a loud 'thud' my sisters gasp and Maya rushes back into her room. My dad suddenly comes inside. He rushes to help Syngin up, then asks what's going on. Cathy starts explaining. I'm still fuming. Maya then comes out of her room and brings an open bottle up to my nose. The smell fills my nostrils. It calms my rage enough to give me back my common sense, but not enough to make everything better. I nod appreciatively to Maya, growl one last time at Mrs. Cathy, and return to my room, slamming the door behind me.