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Avianas Pov "I know I messed up with you big time, ok? You don't understand how hard it was for me to be a mom and then live a fun life at the same time." My mom says as she sits down on the couch in my room. I honestly could care less about her explanation.
"I don't care! All you do is make up excuses. Just accept the fact that you were a shitty mother." I grow as I take off the feathers on my pillow.
"I wasn't always a shitty mother okay? I sacrificed a lot during the first 4 to 5 years of your life." She cries.
I sigh and just roll my eyes.
"Okay, lets just drop this please. You're only hurting yourself." I lay back down on my bed.
She gets up and walks over to me.
"Seeing you hurt makes me hurt. You doing drugs makes me hurt. You hating me makes me hurt. You constantly reminding me about how shitty of a mother I am makes me hurt." She croaks making me sigh.
"Well just pretend I don't exist. Better yet why don't you start partying again so you can forget about your responsibilities you have at home. That will stop your hurt, just like weed stops mine." I look into her pain filled eyes.
I can tell she's growing impatient with me though.
"Aviana, I am your mother and you will not disrespect me like that." She grabs my chin.
"Last I checked a mother doesn't abandon her child." I say.
"Let go of it Aviana! That was years ago." She says.
I take her hand off my face and growl.
"Then apologize, own up to it." I reply.
"I will when I'm not upset." She says taking her heels off.
"Can you get out of my room please?" I look down at my phone. Mason and Valerie are blowing up my phone with texts about a party.
"Excuse me?" She squints her eyes at me.
"Can you please get out?" I say a bit louder.
"Give me your phone!" She says sticking her hand out.
I give her wtf look.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"Now!" She yells making me groan.
"I'm so happy dad got full custody of us!" I say turning off my phone and throwing across my bed so she can grab it.
"You'll get it back when you learn to be grateful, and when you learn what it is to respect me." She leaves my room making me grab my laptop under my bed.
I start texting my finds back on my Apple account and start telling them about my mother.
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