The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| XXXII

Chapter Thirty-Two of 'The Boy In The Basement':

Why the hell would she be here? What could she possibly want from Dad and I? I thought we already got rid of her. . . Well, I thought I did. Dad isn't quite done with her just yet, because of the divorce stuff still.

I walked away from the sink with a towel, drying my hands as I walked into the living room. My Mom was dressed nicely, and she had her arms crossed, looking at me. I realized Harry was beside me. . .

Don't worry, she can't see me.

I silently sighed, and lowered my hands as well as the towel. Mom looked at me in disgust, but as I continued to stare at her with the same hard, cold look, her expression softened. It seemed as if she felt bad for herself.

"Hi, Alice. I have to ask you a question. It's for the court to know," she began. I looked at her, very curious to know what she needed to ask me.

She looked at me, and opened her mouth slightly, still looking at me. "I need to know," she paused. I crossed my arms, waiting for her to just get to the question.

"Do you want to live with me?" I wanted to choke on my own air that I was allowing in my lungs. Why would I want to live with her?! Does she not realized she was a total bitch towards me?

"What makes you think that I want to live with you?" I asked harshly. Her expression turned hard and cold once again. "It's a yes, or no, Alice." she spat.

"No," I spat back at her just as harshly. "I don't want to live with you. I'd rather stay with Dad." I finished bravely.

I never thought I'd be facing her again. Especially when she just had to ask me this damn question. I would be so pissed if I had to live with her. No one would want to live with her, especially once they hear what she has done to this family, God knows how long.

"Why? Why don't you want to live with me?" she asked. I looked at her as if she was crazy. Is she seriously that blind? If a random bloke on the street heard what she did to both Dad and I, they'd say I'd be better off living with my father. And I agree with them.

"You thought I was crazy for 'talking to myself'. You slapped me so many times. You were cheating on Dad. When I found that out, you begged me not to tell Dad. You said I was making lies up because I didn't want you to be with Dad. Then you start sending me messages saying this whole divorce is my fault! Now do you see why I don't want to live with you?! You're crazy!" I yelled.

Mom looked angry. "How dare you say those things to your Mother, young-" I cut her off because I couldn't stand it anymore. "You are no longer my Mom to me." I stated mater of factly. Her mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were wide.

"You can't say that to me." she said. "Yeah? Well, I can kick you out of my house since it isn't yours, right?" I said. "No you can not. I need to speak with your Father."

"About what? Trying to brainwash him some more, and say all this shit was my fault? Hmm? Do you see how that worked out last time? Please, leave my house, now." I walked past her, and towards the door, opening it so she could leave.

Kathy turned around and looked at as she fixed her hair. "You know, I always thought you were a little bitch. And, I don't have time to deal with bitches like you." she pushed past me with her heals clicking loudly against the wood floor. She soon was gone.

I slammed the door shut and Harry appeared beside me. "You okay?" he whispered to me. He grabbed my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. I shrugged and looked down at our connected hands. "Not really," I began.

"I just can't believe her. I can't believe she did and thought all those things, you know?" I looked at him. He nodded and kissed my forehead. That's all I needed at the moment.