Battle of the Boys

۵ c h a p t e r s i x ۵

Didn't Resist

Usually, nights at Mangellio's ran smoothly. However, there's always those few nights where towards the end, you want to quit everything and just sleep until the world is less annoying. Tonight was most definetly one of those nights.

I rested my head up against the black leathered steering wheel of my father's black Nissan rogue. Yea, I wasn't 'responsible' enough for my own car- which I happen to think is ridiculous. If we're being honest anyways, my father only uses his other car which is so much better then this old thing. Not once has he touched the old Nissan since he bought it for himself in 2011. So, why can't I just consider it my car- because if we're being real here, i'm the only one who even uses it- well, I wish I knew. This is what growing up with ridiculous parents is.

Speak of the devil, I barely got five minutes of absolute peace before my mother came outside and nearly broke my car windshield.

"Briar Bentley! It is way too late for you to sit out here in this driveway!" She snapped, crossing her arms over her brand new navy bathrobe. Am I the only one who seems to think wearing bathrobes over your pajamas is odd? My father did it too. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

I glanced towards the clock on my radio system. 12:42 it read.

I opened the drivers door, and stood halfway out of the car. "Mom, you know I was at work. Mangellio's closes at 12, and I had to clean up."

"I don't care." She wasted no time to stammer, "Coming home this late is ridiculous."

Ha, well, so are you sweet pea.

I rolled my eyes, quickly grabbing my things and shutting the door behind me. I brushed passed my mother and headed for our front door that was left wide open. "What's the problem, ma? I've been doing this all summer and you've never seemed to care."

My mother followed me inside, making sure to slam the door shut in order to broadcast her anger to the whole damn neighborhood. I'm convinced everyone must hate us because of her loud yelling that could be heard all the way in China.

"Well, summer's over and you need to focus on your education." She began, me already getting the hint that tonight's lucky lecture was about my future and how my decisions need to reflect it. "You know I care about and love you, Briar- and that I just want what's best for you-"

"Then let me live!" I cut her off. I was officially over her. She pulled the same shit every night with me. If i heard it last night, and the night before, and the night before that- I don't want to hear it again. I don't need to hear it again. "If you only want what's best for me, just leave me alone and let me experience life the way I'm supposed too. I can't keep being restrained by you and your psychotic overprotectiveness. Let. Me. Live. Woman."

"Watch your mouth." She shot back, her eyes turning a stone cold. "I'm you're mother. I know what's best for you better than you do, young lady- and i'd appreciate it if you'd show me a little gratitude."

And here we go again with how disrespectful I am!

"I've done everything for you since the moment you popped out of my womb, so how about a thanks? I brushed your teeth, I bathed you- I even wiped your ass! And now you think you have the right to talk to me in such a way? I don't think so. Get your act together now, because I won't take it anymore."

She wont take ME anymore? Oh hell no.

I threw my bag down on the sofa, "Are you serious? You won't take it anymore? You created it! You being on me all the time has corrupted your mind into believing that nothing I do is good enough. Sorry I'm not the perfect daughter like you wanted me to be."