Crazy, Cupid, Love

Seven: Mommy Issues and Gummy Bears

© 2014 sevenellieven

Nate followed me to the kitchen, his face scrunched like mine. We didn't like how our own mother dares to insult us as if we're nothing but useless without her money or let alone herself.

We washed the dishes in silence. Neither of us spoke, as we could hear my father almost yelling at my mother.

"What are they fighting about?" Nate whispered, nudging me with his elbow.

I shrugged. "They always fight because of mother. What's new?"

Nate shook his head while drying the knives. "No, this is different. I've never heard Dad this furious since..." he trailed off, as if he didn't want me to recall the accident. "...you know."

When we were finished, Nate and I walked back to the living room, completely ignoring our parents' screaming match at the dining table. I slouched at the sofa and Nate did the same. I grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels until I found one running an episode of Twisted. I absolutely love the drama and thrill this show gives me. I was concentrating on the show until my mother stood in front of me, completely blocking the TV.

"Maddison, what did you tell your father now? I can't believe you have the nerve to make up such ridiculous stories!" my mother glared at me.

I hissed and chuckled bitterly. "I didn't make that up mother. I'm not like you."

I suddenly felt a burning pain in my left cheek. She just gave me a hard slap. That did it. I stood up, and even she was in heels, I was still taller than her by a few inches. "You don't have the right to slap me. You sure as hell don't have the fucking right to tell people that I'm a liar, because I'm not. You are!" I said, panting. "What kind of mother are you? Blaming everything on me, making me look like a lying bitch even if I'm not?!" I can't help but yell, tears forming in my eyes.

"You treated me like I was trash. Remember that one morning when you called an 8-year-old a self-righteous bitch? It was me, mother. You called me a bitch! All those years, I actually had hope - that you will finally treat me like a daughter, like a human being. I never had freedom. All those years living with you were just pure hell for me." Tears were now streaking down my cheeks. I can see my father and brother frozen from everything I said. "I wanted a mother. A mother I can lean on when my heart got broken, a mother who would go on a shopping spree with me, a mother who won't insult me, and a mother who supports everything I want to do with my life. Tell me, were you like one of those? No. I gave you all the chances in the world to be like that, but you just hurt me every bloody time."

My mother went pale, as guilt was written all over her face. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. I turned away and walked to my room.

I buried my face on the pillow and covered myself in my thick comforter. I cried hard, the pillow was soaked with my tears. How dare her, calling me a liar? I sometimes think my own mother didn't love her daughter.

I don't want to spend the night under the same roof as her. Absentmindedly, I picked my phone from the nightstand and called Hayley.