c a t c h m e // swanqueen

chapter 1.1

Regina's POV

"If you carry on like this, Regina, you won't have any friends or family left by your side when you eventually need their support. All you've done is push everyone away and trap yourself in with your work."

Maybe accepting your mother's invitation to have dinner with her was a bad idea after all. If I knew this was going to happen someday, and I knew it was going to involve my work that I do, it always does and for just once I wish my mother did not bring the subject up. But no, my work is topic of interest in my family and very often causes squabbles between us. Them pretty much against what I do, and I, defending myself in hope that they will realize that I love what I do.

"Don't you see how obsessed you've become with this current case you're on? Have you looked into the mirror to see what it's doing to your health? You barely eat at all, and when and if you do, it's just a quick slice of dry toast which I'm pretty sure you don't even finish eating. You're almost as thin as a rake." 

Mom pushed her chair back and looked at me with a pained expression. I felt a slight pang of guilt as I looked back at her. Her hair, what was once black and long, just below her boobs was now cropped short and grey. Her eyes looked sunken in and suddenly there were wrinkles covering her once youthful face. This isn't my mother, that used to be full of laughter and jokes or start food fights with us if we had a bad day at school. I miss all that, actually.

"Regina? Have you even heard a word I just said?" Mom was now clearing the plates off the dining room table. I blinked and shook my head which earned a sad sigh from my mother. "You never do, and that's the problem. You don't listen to our advice we give and you just end up in your own little world of Regina against the badies."

I rolled my eyes and stood up to help clear away the plates. " Yes, mom. I know, mom." I said, slightly annoyed, "you're always telling me this and quite frankly it's getting on my nerves. I know you and dad, and God knows who else that care for me are constantly worried about me but I take pre-cautions before I rush ahead into anything dangerous, you know that."

"Yes, I suppose that's why you ended up with two bullets to your chest and one to your leg on your last case? If that is due to your pre-cautions then I don't want to see what will happen to you if never did to begin with."

"You know what? I'm tired, good night mom." I turned on my heel and walked away from my mother. She's not getting a kiss goodbye and I don't care if it's the last time she sees me. 

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