Bad girl

Chapter 6: the fight

You walk through your door, ignoring your mum ordering you to come and speak to her. You ran upstairs, the events from earlier, still spinning around your head.
Your mum walks into your room.
She then sits next to you, on your bed.
'What is wrong.'
She said it in a stern voice, which meant there was no escaping this conversation.
'There is nothing wrong, just leave me alone.'
'I know my daughter. One day she is smart, kind and has a smile on her face... she then comes back from school, and the next day it's ear and lip piercings, rolled skirt, makeup, hair down. That is not my good girl. So I will ask again: what is wrong.'
How would you get out of this one?
'Maybe I am just trying to fit in. Maybe you should just leave me alone...'
You suddenly lost it, and stood up and looked at your mum.
'Young lady, don't raise your voice at me. Do you want another beating? Or are you going to take that makeup off, and do your revision like my good girl would do?'
'No.'
'What did you say?'
'No. I will not take my makeup off, I will not do revision, I will not be your good girl, if it means you threaten to beat me.'
'What a-'
You cut your mum off.
'I HATE YOU, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY MUM, AND I WISH DAD WAS HERE, BECAUSE AT LEAST HE LISTENED AND UNDERSTOOD ME, AND DIDN'T BEAT ME!!'
'HOW DARE you bring your father into this. That man knew nothing. He deserved to die. Now I need to teach you not to rase your voice young lady.'
She then grabbed a bunch of your hair in a tight grip with her hand, and threw you to the ground.
You hit your head on the floor, and you felt the tears start to fall.
You looked up at your mother; you could barely see her through the blurry, teared eyes.
She bent down and slapped your cheek hard, causing you to fall again, but this time you stayed there. Your cheek started to sting and swell up.
'DON'T ANSWER BACK TO ME AGAIN. Now take that ridiculous makeup off, and get to your bed. And stop crying you little brat.'
With that, your mother left your room. Leaving you laying on the floor crying, holding your bright, red cheek in your hands.

After a few minutes, you slowly stood up and walked to your bathroom.
You stared at you're reflection.
You had puffy red eyes from where you had cried, your hair was messy from where she had grabbed it, and your cheek was all swollen. You had enough. Everyday your mother threatened you to be the 'perfect daughter' or ' my good girl'. But was this how mother's treated their daughters? You didn't know if this was normal for a mother to do, as this was what you were used too.
All you knew, was that you couldn't do this anymore.
Instead of taking your makeup off, you took off your piercings, and your uniform. You put on a hoody and shorts, and fell on top of your bed. You laid there crying for hours, listening to your mother's tv. She did not come in to apologise, or tell you how much she loved you. But you were used to this.
You were about to close your teary eyes, when your phone went off.
It was a message from Yoongi.