Naomi

Im Not Mommy

I laid there, crying with Victoria and Nathan in my bed all night. I finally went to sleep around 2. When I woke up, they were still there. Sleeping.

"hey guys" I said sniffling. They woke up and looked at me "thanks for being here for me but I think I'll be alright"

"okay good" Nathan said kissing the top of my head "i have to go handle the money from the booth and go buy new things for the team with coach"

"okay"

He got up and walked out of the room. I heard him go in the bathroom and turn on the shower.

"what are you doing today?" I asked Victoria

"hanging out with my bestfried" I smiled

"same"

"but first, I really need to go home, shower, and get changed. then we can have breakfast or something"

"okay, I'll see you in a few"

She left and I curled up in the bed alone. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. I had a million text messages.

Every guy I was close with on the football team wanted to know if I was okay. There was numbers that I didnt even have saved asking if I was okay. And then there was Andre. BEGGING for me to forgive him.

I sat my phone down. I'll just tweet that Im okay. Nathan will tell the guys on the team Im okay. And Andre? Fuck Andre.

I heard a soft knock at the door. I guess my dad opened it since Nathan was in the shower.

"Naomi, sweetheart come down here" my dad said from the bottom of the steps. I slid off my bed and made my way down

"how you doing sweetheart?"

"fine. last night was just ro-NO! WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE!!!!"

"Naomi please give her a chance"

"NO! WHAT IS SHE DOING COMING INTO THIS HOUSE!!!"

"i told her to come, Naomi"

"WHY?!"

I looked at my mom with disgust. I havnt seen her in forever and didnt plan on ever seeing her. My dad grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch. We both sat down, and my mom sat down on another one.

"hey Naomi" she said in that soft, naturing voice

"Naomi, please be nice to her" my dad begged "shes your mother"

"not a good one" I mumbled.

"Naomi your father called me over because you were having trouble with Andre. Serious troubles. Enough to be in your room crying all night"

"what does this have to do with you?"

"you're dad cant be here for you like I can"

"did he really convince you that? I guess he underestimates himself cause I would rather confide in with him then you. I dont want you in my life. Dad might miss you, but I dont"

"WE dont" Nathan said from the stairs "I was with her all night  and shes okay. She dosent need you mom. And if dad cant handle it, well I can"

I stood up and walked to the door, opening it.

"please leave our home"

She got up and walked out. I slammed the door shut and turned around on my heel. I started to go up the stairs but my dad startled me by yelling.

"NAOMI! NATHAN! GET DOWN HERE TO THE KITCHEN! RIGHT NOW!"

We looked at eachother and obeyed itmediately. We sat at the tabele as he started cooking pancakes and baccon. He didnt look at us once. He just kept cooking.