The City Of Misfits

13

Recap:

Colton shook his head and then started to laugh with me. I never really noticed it before, but when he smiles, he gets small dimples. It was actually quite cute.

"Brynn," a stern voice said from behind me. Our giggle fest stopped short. I knew exactly who it was and I didn't want to turn around. "Where have you been?"

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Oh my god, why does this universe hate me?

I swung around and faced my mother. She was wearing her salon uniform and her familiar frown was set in place.

Once my mother noticed that I was with Colton, she mustered up the fakest smiles. I had never seen her really smile at all, it was foreign.

"And you must be...?" She questioned with forced patients.

"Colton," He stuck out his hand.

"I'm Brynn's mother," she shook his outstretched hand quickly. "Are you a coworker of my daughter?"

I glanced at my mom and then Colton, "No, I'm her friend."

"Oh," my mother said looking to me, "I didn't realize you had actual friends."

My jaw was clenching at this point. It was just my luck running into my mom here at the grocery store. "Anyway," my mom directed at me and lowered her voice, "I came home last night and you were gone."

"She couldn't get a ride home from work yesterday, so she just spent the night at my house," Colton cut in. They locked eyes for a moment.

"Brynn, can I speak to you alone, please?" Clearly, she wasn't asking me, she was demanding me. She didn't want Colton to hear whatever she had to say.

"I'll give you two some privacy," Colton said. Before he turned around, he shot me a smile that said 'good luck.'

I nodded and she grabbed my elbow. Leading me down the aisle and into another, so that we were out of view from people in the store including Colton. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She spat at me. "You come home, trash the place and you're bedroom, and then go sleep around?"

"Actually, it was your pig of a husband who trashed the place not me, and you would have known that if you were home and not out getting drunk," I gritted through my teeth. I was so done with my parents, I don't think I could handle them anymore.

"Excuse you," My mother's grip tightened on me. It made me want to flinch from the pain but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. "You're so disrespectful to me and your father."

Glaring at her, I tried to get my arm out of her grip but failed. "You were never my mother and he was never my father." Ever since I was little, they have treated me like trash. They never were parents to me.

When I was little, I would star out my bedroom window, hopping to see a wishing star. I had never seen one, I knew that if I did, I would wish for them to act like the parents I had always wanted.

"I have provided everything for you, and this is how you treat me?" the look on her face reminded me of a wolf growling. "Thanks to you, the neighbors called the police last night because of a noise complaint."

Surely, there was going to be a bruise left on my arm. I could feel the tears threating to spill out but I held them in, just like I had always done.

"Fuck you," I growled and yanked my arm free. I was done with this bullshit and I wanted to get the hell out of here. Turning abruptly, I stormed off while crossing my arms.

"Your father was right, we should have kicked you out a long time ago" She called to me. "Good luck sleeping on the streets."

Flipping my middle finger up at her, I walked away with my head held high. Though it felt as if there were a thousand bricks on top of my shoulders. For the first few seconds, my footsteps faltered. Where was I going to go? I can't just sleep at my friend's houses for the rest of my life. Was I going to have to sleep in an alley or a park bench?