Why me?

Chapter Eight

We reached my house finally, I opened the door with a lot of force. I threw my bag down next to the door And walked around calling for my mom. I heard her say "I'm in here," it sounded like it was coming from her room. I walked In and saw her with a very large luggage bag, she was shoving a lot of clothes and shoes in it. "mom," I said quietly. "whatcha doing their, trying to escape me again," I said in a jokingly tone. she looked at me and smiled.

"actually Erica, do you remember that job I applied for in New York?

"yeah,"I said

"well they want me their for an their for a private interview, I think I might get this!," she had such joy in her voice that it made me smile.

"wow," I said

"so I will be leaving in about,"she looked at the clock,"15 minutes,"

"I don't want any party's here or anything like that But Brook is welcome to stay with you,"

I looked over at Brook and she smiled.

"go call your mom,"

I said, she looked at me and I pointed at the phone.

" I hope you have a lot of fun and do well at your interview,"

I said as I hugged her tight, I pulled her away and looked into her eyes and said

"be safe please,"

She nodded and kissed my forehead

"I'll try," she said still holding me in a a tight hug. We released a few seconds later. Brook walked in the room and told me her mom said yes, "sweet," I said to myself. 

"ah I'm hungry," I said as I was holding my stomach,

"is their any reason your hungry?" my mom asked in a questionable voice,

"I swolled hard,"no reason I'm just me I'm hungry a lot I'm a teenager," I said. I turned around and thought to myself  " that was really close,"

"lets go upstairs Brook," I said pulling her sleeve, she started to head up as I reached around the corner of the kitchen and grabbed an apple. I ran up the stairs trying to catch up with her. we arrived at my door she opened it as I snacked on my apple. She sat down on my bed hard and sighed, 

"Whats with you?" I said 

"Nothing I'm just tired of bad things happening to you," she said with a sigh at the end.

"Why do you need to worry about me so much? just worry about yourself," I said with a hint of anger at the end.

"Okay, lets just change the subject," she said.

"Okay," I said assuring her.

"So whats up  with that big painting of the creepy girl?" she said pointing at my wall,

"I don't know i just like it, Its like it has some kind of of well I don't know how to explain it," 

" like you're attached to it?" she asked with question in her voice,

"yeah, like I'm attached to it, I think its pretty, i like it that's why I have never taken it down I guess,"

"well why don't you try to take it down,"

" I just don.."

"ERICA," I was cut off

"Hang on." I said to Brook.

I ran downstairs to see my mom standing by the door with her luggage, I ran over and hugged her. 

" I love you" she said

" I love you more, and please please be careful," I said she nodded and opened the door to see her taxi waiting outside the house. she walked out looked back at me and shut the door. I sighed.