What Water Can Do

Out of the House

When I got home my mom was pissed, to say the least. She was lecturing me about how I should have told her where I went and shit like that. Apparently, I could have been kidnapped and murdered. She always thinks the worst.

It was probably only halfway through the lecture she was giving me, but I got up. I got up and walked to my room. I heard my mom yelling at me to stop walking away. She followed me up until I closed my door and locked it in her face. 

I'm so tired of everything. 

She worries too much. 

I hear her sigh through the door. "We are not done talking about this Aria. You do not just get to walk away from your problems. You are so strong for going through what you went through and I have let you ignore me and act strange for too long. We are going to sort this out." 

It's only 8:00 o'clock now. It'll be a long day again tomorrow; might as well go to bed. 

As soon as my head hit the pillow a loud drilling sound hit my ears. I picked my head up and looked at my door. The bottom hinge was falling off and the door frame next to the other hinges was cracking. 

Wtf? 

After about 5 minutes, the whole door was off and my mom was standing in the doorway. 

"If you're going to shut me out, I'm going to open the only door I can and not let it shut." Her voice was laced with frustration. She's frustrated, now I'm frustrated. 

"What the heck mom!" I yelled. "Can't you understand that I don't want to talk to you about the crash, about Brooke," My voice cracked on her name. I took a deep breath so I wouldn't let out a sob. "or anything else! I'm done talking!" 

"I don't care if you don't want to talk about it. You need to talk about it, Aria! If I leave that door up and you leave your walls up, something is going to happen to your personality and I don't want you to go over the edge. No more secrets. Now, what the hell happened to you and Brooke." She took a big breath after she said all that in one breath. 

"She's my bully now! Is that enough, do you want more?" I'm screaming out my tears. Brooke is turning into Tate, with that track record, she is my bully. 

Her face softened. She wasn't expecting that. "I bet you weren't expecting that, mother dearest." My words fell off my tongue with disgust and were all meant to hurt my mom. They shouldn't have been because she was only trying to help, but I don't give a shit about anything anymore. 

"Watch your mouth, young lady." I think she was catching on.

"My mouth? Mom, you don't get what it's like to lose everything I loved in the same week!" Maybe yelling was becoming sort of a bad habit. 

"You have me!" She said exasperatedly. 

"But you are not who I want to talk. You are just going to tell me that, that I can just heal and go back to gymnastics and when I go back Brooke will come back too. You are going to say everything will be alright. Guess what? It's not. It is not alright for me, it's not alright for you. You have to stop thinking like that." I'm just about done with being in this house. 

You know that sympathetic look that has anger and rage in it, that was the look I was getting from my mom. She hates what I'm saying, but she can't argue. 

She stayed quiet so I decided to talk. "I'm just going to go. I don't think I can stay here right now." 

I grabbed the jacket that was hanging on my chair, pulled on some shoes, and started running down the stairs all while my mom was trying to get me to stop trying to leave.