The Bad, The Bidder, and the Daughter (KBTBB)

Baba: Eight

KATSUMI POV

I didn't mean any hurtful word i said to my mother.

Well, I'm still angry with her. But I didn't mean to call her a bimbo.

I still think Baba's- my father- is an idiot.

I don't hate my mother, though.

I kinda hate my dad.

The shitty thing is, I have no idea where I am and I left my cell phone at the penthouse.

But does that really matter? I mean, what the hell do i say?

'Hey, sorry for calling you a whore. I'm kinda lost can you fix that?'

Yeah, right.

I hate life.

I sighed and slumped down the wall of the alleyway, although I wanted to, I refused to cry again.

Then, as if the god of cliches couldn't be any more mean, it started raining.

That's when I started to cry.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I looked up to see...

YUI POV

"That's just great, this is great. Everything's just fan-freaking-tastic! My daughter hates me! Wonderful! Let's all sing Kumbaya after lighting Ota on fire!"

"Calm down, im the one she slapped. She had every right to do what she did to me, but not to you. I don't care if she meant it or not, you don't treat someone-especially your own mother-that way. Once she returns I'm going to have a stern talk with her."

"Already taking up the dad role, I see."

"Shut up Ota. See, this is why I want to set you on fire."

"What did I do?" He asked, clearly offended.

"Simple, you exist."