Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 2

"Who is it?" He voice raspy as if she just woke up. I could imagine her amber colored hair (much like mine) sticking up to resemble a lions mane.

"It's Kal, can I come to talk to you about something?" I look at my hands, fidgeting them together, feeling like a 6 year old all over again. Instead, I'm not asking for candy or confessing I broke another vase of hers.

"Sure honey, come on in."

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I slowly put my hand on the door knob, hoping she isn't doing what I think she's doing.  I turn the knob and poke my head in the door to view the office.

She is.

"Sssho honey, what did you want to talk to me about?" she slurred as she stumbled from her desk, trying to get to me at the door. 

"Lila Mauni do not come any closer to me." I said as I put my hand up to tell her to stop. I can't believe this woman! I feel my blood boiling as my anger is seeping it's way to my surface.

"What did you just call me Kalea? I am your mother sssooo YOUU," she burps as she points her hand, while still holding the bottle of vodka, at me in a threatening way, "do not get to call me by my name. You underssstaand me?" Looking at her like this, like her old problematic self, makes my temper shoot higher. I hold my fists at my sides and try to calm myself down before I say something I might regret.

"Lila, I refuse to call you by 'mom' because as of right now, you are not worthy of it. You cannot possibly think that I can consider calling you 'mom' if you aren't even acting like her. My mom wouldn't go back on a promise she made to her kids 10 years ago. Don't bother making dinner tonight, I'm taking everyone out with Damon." I went to turn around before I grabbed that bottle from her and smash it against the wall, but as I rounded for the door, she grabbed my wrist.

I refuse to turn on my heel and face this woman. This shell of a woman I used to know and wish I could have back, but once she starts, she can't stop. The only people that know of how she became sober were myself and Alex because we were old enough to remember 10 years ago when it happened. Her breaking voice threw me from my inside battle.

"Kalea, pleasszze, just look at me sssho I can explain mysshelf." I was going to give in to her pleads, but hearing the slur and smelling the alcohol breath that was blowing on the back of my neck, helped me realize that I shouldn't. Not again. Never again. I kept looking at the door with my head slightly tilted downwards so my hair can act as my shield.

"No Lila, don't you dare beg me to forgive you. You know what you did can't be forgiven, so don't try it." I seethed while wrenching my wrist from her sloppy hold. I swung the door open and stormed out of the office. I slammed the door behind me and as soon as I turned the corner to head up the stairwell towards my room, I ran right into a strong chest and fell straight on my butt.

I looked up about ready to yell or cry, I don't really know which would end up happening because of the built up emotions I've been hiding and not expressing, until I realize I'm looking back into eyes that are exactly like mine. Hazel blue.

"Slow down there race car, you just tried to run me over!" Alex laughed and then extended his hand to help me back up. I nodded and grabbed his outstretched hand, gently pulling me back to eye level.

"Uh, sorry I didn't mean to. Hey you and the girls are coming with Damon and I to go get some dinner tonight, Mom isn't exactly in the right state to make dinner tonight and I'll be damned if I sit and eat with John." I tell him dusting off my butt and began starting up the stairs. I turned around to ask Alex where he wanted to eat but his facial expression was worse than mine.