TroubleMaker

Anger Issues

   "WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TALKING TO YOUR MOM LIKE THAT." Chance yells.

I pace in anger. I hope that bitch is on a long boat to hell. I swear I'll kill both of them. Downstairs I heard worried voices.

" CHRISTINA ROBERTS. I KNOW YOU HEAR ME TALKING TO TOU.  WHY WOULD YOU SPEAK TO HER LIKE THAT?" Chance screamed.

"WHAT IF YOU WERE IN MY PLACE! HUH CHANCE? EVERYTIME THOSE LOW LIVES,THAT ARE SADLY MY FAMILY, SEE ME THEY BLAME ME FOR THE LOSS OF THEIR CHILD. DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS? EVERYTIME THEY LOOK AT ME THEY WANTED IT TO BE ME AND NOT HIM. IT'S HER FAULT! I DONT LIKE THEM. THEY WALK AROUND LIKE I OWE THEM SOMETHING WHEN I DONT. YOU CAN'T FIX FUCKED UP PEOPLE. AND IF THEY KEEP ACTING LIKE TWO FACE BITCHES. I WILL LEAVE AND NEVER COME THE FUCK BACK." I exploded punching the wall.

I accidentally put a hole in the wall but I'll cover it.

It was straight silence. Even downstairs.

I growled as I pulled my earrings off. Chance was frozen. I never screamed at her that wasn't anything playful.

Downstairs I heard the either the ambulance or cops, there sirens sound the same, come close.

"Love." Chance starts in a soft voice, sitting down." I think you need anger management. Your temper has only gotten worse and I think that it will end up controlling you. You need to apologize to your mom. You care a lot about her and I know that you tried this disaster dinner because of her. I don't want you hurting yourself over some person that is ruining your family."

I stopped pacing. "Im sorry I yelled at you." I say facing away from her clenching my possibly sprained wrist.

I heard a firm knock at the front door and sirens directly outside.

I took a few deep breaths to calm my anger. "Its alright." She whispers.

"What if you get arrested?" She asked suddenly worried.

"I'll knock those cops the fuck out." I mutter.

Not caring.

******

It has turned out that it was an ambulance. I think my mom begged my aunt because she didn't press charges.

It was about 1 at night and I couldn't sleep. I crawled out of Chances arms and went to downstairs. I pulled a beer out the fridge. I opened it. I guzzled the whole thing.

I sit on the counter. I miss Jack. He was so caring. So patient. Max is like my Jack but in another body.

It was all that bitches fault. Only if she wouldn't have got drunk....

I grabbed a bottle of Ciroc.

I took a sip.

All her fault.

All my fault.

All that cars fault.

I took another sip and sat back.

Not even 5 minutes later I started feeling fuzzy. I closed my eyes.

That black Honda.

Covered in blood.

Jack underneath.

Screaming.

Crying

There was a quiet noise upstairs then footsteps.

I took another sip.

Quiet foot falls sounded against the carpet. The light turned on to reveal my mom in her robe.

I huffed quietly.

She looked at the empty beer can to my bottle in my hand. "Seriously Christina? "

I chuckled with no humor.

"Your aunt." She began."Jill" I interrupted.

"Jill." She continued." Wanted to press charges on you. I convinced her otherwise. Julie is pretty torn up."

I shrugged. "Oh well." I say carelessly. I took a long sip.

"Christina. You can't just keep acting like you don't care."

"I don't. You the only one that actually does anymore." I say in a bored tone.

She snatches the bottle out my hands. "You need to stop with the attitude. You could have been arrested. One of your family members are in the hospital." She snaps.

I jumped down off the counter."I didn't even beat her up that bad. Jill is lucky I didn't kill her because there was no one to stop me. And plus I'm sure I'll have better luck in prison then out here on these streets." I snap back.

"What has gotten into you? Your behavior has gotten worse. You need anger management classes. Your principal called me and told me you set off a color bomb in her office."

"Blah blah blah blah-blah blah. I don't need anger mange-whatever. And that wasn't even me. But when I do figure out who set me up ima whoop their  ass like I did Julie. And I'll smack the principal too." I say rolling my eyes.

She stares at me. "You father is coming back from his business trip tomorrow. We will discuss this as a family and when your not drunk."

"I'm not drunk." I argued."I only drunk a can and a few sips."

"No you drunk a can and basically the whole bottle."

"Whatever." I mutter. I know I didn't drink that much.

I walk past her and go to my room. I stumble slightly.

I go upstairs and lay down beside my best friend,who I found out spoke to Max and told he I would need her for dinner.

Shit I got school soon.....

I dozed as my mother's words came back to me.

Your father is coming back from his business trip tomorrow.

*****
Christina's father is coming.....

Chrissy got anger issues?

Damn.

Anyhoo. What's y'all favorite Tv show?

Candace Wazz hurr