Poppy's P.O.V

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After spending a week at the hospital, it was time for me to return home. I was happy, my daddy was happy and my mum was happy, you know why?? My arm was not broken, just hurt.

Are you okay sweetie, do you need something else? My mum asked.
No ma'am, I'm good, I just want to sleep, I replied. She smiled and looked at me and ruffled my hair, your arm is gonna be alright okay? And remember that you are still getting grounded while you're trying to sleep, she smiled while she said so. I don't know why, but she just did. I felt like she was trying to tell me "that got you real good", like I shouldn't have gone to the club when she told me too.
Like woman, I'm just 16, I'm still trying live my life, why do you keep stopping me ? I thought in my head. Maybe its because I'm the only child and she wants what's best for me... I groaned out loud...and said " you know I hate being the only child, why can't you just adopt"?
My father reprimanded me for that statement and all of a sudden, I felt, empty in my heart, like no body loves me or nobody understand me... Instead of me talking , I went silent and we continued the ride home in silence..

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