Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•Pack your Bags•

I didn't say a single word to my mom on the car ride home.

Not. A. Single. Word.

Honestly.

Did she think she could just not tell me about this arrangement and then shove me onto a plane while I'm sleeping?

I'm not that stupid.

In fact, I'm not stupid at all.

But my family somehow thought differently.

We pulled into the driveway and I immediately swung my door open as the car came to a stop.

I angrily stomped all the way to the front door, making sure to shut it tight behind me without looking back.

And I thought she'd be right behind me, holding a convention in the living room like she always did when she knew I was upset.

And she always knew.

Even if I didn't even show it.

Having a therapist as a mom was the absolute best and the absolute worst.

But right now, I didn't care about her stupid job or her stupid conventions.....

I cared about how she seemed to not care about my feelings at all.

I looked out the window and saw her sitting in the car still, her phone lit up and pushed against her ear.

Judging by the stern look on her face, she was definitely on the phone with my dad and she definitely wasn't happy.

She angrily gestured her feelings with her hands like she always did when she lost her patience.

And I knew it was easy to lose patience when it came to my dad for her.

Hell, it was for me too.

I leaned against the counter for what seemed like forever until I saw the door knob twist and her silhouette light up the living room.

I stood in the kitchen finally feeling like the person who was holding the convention this time.

"Yuri I..."

"No Mom, don't even start," I said as my face held a stern look.

"Yuri, you have to understand that I.."

"You what? Went behind my back and talked to the person that hurt both of us the most?"

"Your father and I are just trying to do what's best for you!"

Bullshit.

"HOW DOES HE KNOW WHATS BEST FOR ME MOM!? HOW DOES HE FUCKING KNOW?!"

I had never raised my voice like that in any situation.

Especially not in front of my mom.

I could hear the same voice she used with my dad that night in the back of my head as I let go of the dark feelings I had left inside for too long.

For too damn long.

"He hasn't known what's best for me since the day I was born. Hell, the only thing he knows is what's best for himself."

"Yuri, that's not true. You father is doing the best that he can, we all are."

She always said that.

It wasn't true.

Especially not for my dad.

"God Mom, can you even hear yourself? It's complete bullshit and you know it!" I said as I walked closer to her small frame. "You can't tell me that you forgot about the way he yelled at me after every competition for not nailing my jumps and for always making him look like a failure of a Dad and a coach.