Barbie Transformation

Every relationship relies on Trust

I look at my mom curiously. Mother never dates, she vowed after divorcing Dad-I mean Max (That's going to take some getting used to) to never date another man because she doesn't trust their species.

When she said that I was like... Um mom... You lesbian or something? It was really awkward but it turns out she just doesn't trust men.

Now that I think of it, how would men trust women? Max did say that Carol cheated on him with his coworker.

It seems like every relationship relies on trust.

"What do you mean he's your boyfriend?" I interrogate her and she gives me a weary smile, "Don't freak out," she warns me. How the fuck can't I freak out? I leave for a few days and she's inviting a strange man to our house who claims to be her boyfriend? "James and I have been dating for a while now..." She explains and my eyebrows raise, "How long?"

Carol gulps uneasily, "Well we've been visiting each other for a while but we've decided we want the relationship to progress further..." She informs me cautiously and my fists clench at my sides, "how long, mother?" I repeat in a venomous tone.

James and her share a look. Carol looks at me, "James and I have known each other for about eighteen years, we had a sort of relationship a few years ago but we decided to end it. We are reconnecting now. We've been visiting each other for about two years but James and I have decided to finalise our relationship."

What?

So basically Carol and James have been dating each other for two years behind my back? How the fuck to they find time for each other? Mom is always at work...

Unless...

"What's the time?" I ask harshly and James hesitantly pulls out his fancy watch, "it's just passed midnight." He informs me.

I can literally feel steam rushing out of my ears and nostrils. My cheeks grow hot and I glare at James and then my mother, "So that's what you've been doing all these years!" I shout in rage and my mother cowers a little from my gaze, hugging onto James' arm.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." She tells me, feigning innocence.

"Nearly every night you come home late! It started happening when I was twelve, after your divorce! And then again when I was fourteen up until now! You think I don't know what's going on?" I shout in rage and my mother adverts her gaze to the ground, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Emmerson..." She wails and wipes her eyes.

"I can't believe you! You pretend that you work until about twelve at night when, actually, you're with this man! Every fucking night!" I scream but I dare not let any tears leak. James stiffens a little at Carol's side but he doesn't interject. Damn right he won't. This is not his fight.

Carol sobs uncontrollably, letting out sniffs and sounds yet I can't hear her over the pound of my heartbeat or the pumping of my blood.

"You threw away so many opportunities! I could have had a nice childhood if you spent time with me. But nooo, you had to whore around with this man and forget about me!" I shout at her and James glares at me, stepping in front of Carol saying, "Do not talk to your mother like that."

I laugh sarcastically, "Mother? Mother? You think that is qualified for such a title? Carol doesn't deserve it, she's never been a mother to me." I turn to her, "You ruined what could have been a decent childhood for me; all to fuck a man! You disgust me." I spit at her and stomp out of the house. When I shut the door loudly behind me, I sprint all the way to the treehouse.

All these years she's fooled me. She brainwashed me into thinking that she was working her ass off every night trying to catch up with bills but is instead was fucking and visiting her boyfriend. I had sympathised for Carol every night, hoping that she wasn't working too hard.

But she definitely was; working too hard on James

I should have noticed this. How naïve could I be? I should have realised that the bills are fine; we are loaded with cash.

I know calling her a whore was very rude but it's the truth, and the truth hurts.

She cheated on Max.

Whore: 1 Innocent: 0

She got pregnant with me from the man she cheated with.

Whore: 2 Innocent: 0

For all of these years I was fooled to believe that she was coming home late because she was working extremely hard, only to find out she's been fucking James every night.

Whore: 3 Innocent: 0

Three strikes, she's out.

You know what the worst part of this all is?

I don't even think she's guilty. She's never showed me any care, any love, any concern. Why should she be guilty for doing something that she's not? She was fucking the man sensuously without caring about my thoughts.

Hell, she didn't even know I was worrying about her well-being!

But I blame myself more than anyone else. Everyone is right, I am a blonde barbie.

All of the signs were being highlighted in front of me, I just didn't read them properly. They weren't bright enough for my 'unbright' brain.

I remember when I suggested to Carol that I get a job; she begged me not to and now I realise why: If I had gotten a job, she wouldn't have had a reason to go and visit James because then I'd be earning money.

Some mother I have. Some family I have.

My mother is a whore, my father is an alcoholic psychopath and my brother is a bluffer.

Trust is non existent in this family so how the fuck do you expect to have a friendship with anyone in the Claxton or Rose family tree? I might as well give up on them now.

Maybe I'll run away? Live with Hunter, perhaps?

I call hunter, "Hello"

"Hey Emmerson, is everything okay?" Hunter asks into the phone and I shake my head, "No..."

"What's wrong?" I can literally hear the concern leak from his voice. Why can't my family be more like Hunter?

I sigh, "I need to explain everything to you in person. Do you think I could stay over at yours for a while?" I plead. I really need to escape this wrath.

"Sure, do you want me to pick you up?" He offers and I smile, "Yes, thank you."

I silently walk back to my house and notice James' car still in the driveway. I mentally huff and prepare myself for another bomb-like event.

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