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Lifting my hand to block the spoon which my mom tried to drag into my mouth for the past minutes.
"Jayce, this has a lot of proteins! You barely eat!" My mother scolds and hits my hand with the spoon that the food on it fell on the table.
"I don't feel like eating! Fucks sake, I'm twenty four, stop treating me like nine!" I fight back and sharply stand up. Jason lets a chuckle out and continues to eat my mom's home made turkey Chili.
"Jayce Sullivan!" She yells and looks up at me into my eyes, sharing her hateful look with me. Suddenly hearing the door shut while Jayden runs the stairs down. He stops and wiggles his hands in a weird way, watching us confused while he put his Gucci shoes on.
"Where are you going this late, Jayden?" My mom leaves me alone now, finally and starts taking to him.
"Do you wanna know the truth or the lie?" He raises his eyebrows, twitching his shoulders and winking at Jason. Jason points back at him with his spoon and blowed him a kiss with his filled mouth while his cheeks look like balls.
"The truth of course!"
"Gonna deal some sluts in Detroit, won't be here until two weeks or so."
I strictly suck my lips in my mouth, aiming not to howl because of my mother's dropped jaw. Jason just started cracking up, "Don't go without me!"
"Sure. Jayce, Timur wants to talk to you, don't mess things up." Jayden lets me know while I feel my mother becoming angry.
Shaking my head at Jason who runs past my mother and I like an animal. "Don't forget that Jesus is watching." I comment.
"Says the psychotic one of us who enjoys killing human beings like flys?" Jayden inputs, rattling his head and rolling his eyes with a grin. "You're always welcome, Jayce. The girls are waiting for you."
"No, thanks-" I mutter as they shut the door. Turning back to my mother who shakes her head and sat down.
"I really don't know what I've done to deserve this." She complains while letting her spoon fall down on her plate. "I'm not even hungry anymore."
"Mom-"
"I don't want to talk." Her eyes get glassy as she lays back in the chair. Covering her eyes with two pressed fingers.
My teeth play with the flesh of my cheek while I exhale. "Mom, I'm sorry to say this but like.. that's how our life is? Please don't expect us to fake you a whole different self of us."
