Theres no such thing as perfect

Chapter 7

"Honey, I'm concerned about you",she hovered.

It look awhile but I finally mustered up the courage to look her in the eyes.

"I don't want you to end up the way I did", she continued.

"and what way is that mom"? I myself was suprised by the sudden harshness in my voice.

"I just want you to have better", no way, she was complaining about her life right now.

"I have been through something like this, I don't want you to feel lost, I want you to be able to talk to me", she hovered.

"No, I don't need help, I need you to be there instead of working or yelling at me, mom all this time I needed you. I look her in the eyes for awhile, then quickly look away. She suddenly got quiet for the first time since she picked me up, I knew I had hurt her, but everything I said was true.

We reached the house a couple minutes later. I got out of the car, and headed straight to my room not saying a word to my father. I reached my room, and threw my backpack on the floor, I wasn't broken, I was lost. There was a clear difference.

I laid on my bed, listening to the hushed whispers and finally had enough. I reached over and turned on the radio, so loud they probably couldn't even hear themselves. I was done here, as I quickly forced a needed nap.

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I wake to see my tv and lamp on, and my radio off. My dad sat in the corner, " I love this commercial of you",he said.

I sat up in bed. "We'll I don't, turn it off and get out", I reply harshly.I remembered everything about that commercial like it was yesturday.

"Why, this used to be your favorite one". He didn't seem to get it through his head quick enough that it was my ONLY one with me and Kayla together. I grabbed the remote fast, and shut it off. Now please go, I begged.

"Wait just a minute can we talk, please?"