Take Me Back

Take Me Back - Part 4

A/N: Continued from Part 3

"Come on Kim. Please work this out with mum, you know how much you both mean to me and how I hate seeing you both fight." I try to touch her arm but she recoils from my touch. Then she turns towards me with a scowl.

"You know what Kristy. I actually and genuinely hate you. You were always the perfect child, the one who did everything right. The one mum and dad praised, while me. Your older sister who did nothing right, who was the test run. Thanks for your love and pity that you gave me. But I don't need you anymore. I don't need you as a sister anymore." I could feel a tear slowly make its way down my face. She bumped my shoulder on her way out of the house; she slammed the door loudly making me wince slightly. I could hear my mum shout something from the living room, which were along the lines of "Good Riddance". It wasn't good riddance though. I just lost my sister, the one person who didn't care about what I did, or what my grades were. She was the one person in my family who loved me for me, and I lost her because of my mother. I made my way over to the living room, rage running through my body, I went over to my mother and slapped her. She stood there in shock and so did my father.

"You are a very sad woman who does not care about anyone but herself. You spend our money on clothes, clubs, makeup and etc. Yet you blame Kimberly for coming back home wasted when you do the same. You're the reason why Kimberly hates me. You hate Kimberly because she is basically the younger version of the you, now. So you cannot yell my sister for things you commit as well. You are a very self-absorbed and inconsiderate mother. You do nothing for this family, you don't clean, you don't cook, and you don't have a job. All you do is spend. You do nothing for this family. Which is why I am asking you to get out. Now." I looked her dead in the eye; she could tell I was being serious. But nonetheless she argued back.

"You are not the boss of me Kristina. I am your mother, I gave birth to you. You should be grateful, you shouldn't be telling me to get out of my own house." She scowled at me, but my face stayed the same, angry.

"Yes, you may have given birth to me, but you never acted like a mother to me, you've never even taken care of me when I was a child. All you did was party, drink, smoke and so on. You haven't even tried to get a job, to even support us. You let dad do all the work, to take care of Kim and me, to get us food, shelter. You should be the one who is grateful because one day, you'll have no one to give you whatever you want. So yes, I am telling you to get out, unless you actually have a valid reason as to why you should stay." I was taller than my mother by 2 inches so I easily towered over her. She didn't bother to argue with me anymore.

She walked to the door, taking one look behind her before stepping out of our house. I took a deep breath and fell to the floor, no tears were coming out. Just realization of what had just happened and what I had said. Yes, I was sad. I couldn't believe that I asked my own mother to get out.