Flareon's Love Adventure

Cindi's home.

-Third-person P.O.V.-

Cindi ran home after her conversation with Constan. She didn't take any detours, and did not stop till she got home.

By the time she got to her house, it was around fifteen minutes after her leaving Constan.

About that: she felt bad about leaving suddenly and without warning, but she just couldn't face him anymore. He didn't understand, and she didn't want him wasting his time trying to help a lost cause, such as herself.

She stood at the door for a few minutes; pondering on what Constan would do next. She knew that he wouldn't give up. So, she was now trying to predict what he might do soon.

She looked at the door. It was a plain wooden door, with many scratches across the surface, and no door handle. Her father broke it off in a rage on time, when he left the house. Now, the door couldn't shut, and was easily pushed open by any force; even the wind.

And that's why their house got so cold in the wintertime. Her mother didn't want to get it fixed. It was a reminder to her father about what he did, and how he's a bad husband.

She pushed open the door half-heartedly, and walked inside; knowing exactly what her mother was going to say once she discovered that Cindi was home.

Cindi walked further into the small house. The living room connected to the kitchen, and a bathroom. The living room was quite tightly fit into the layout of the house; being about ten feet large in all directions.

And once she entered the room, she could smell burning food in the oven again.

Her mother always tried to make new kinds of food, but didn't bother reading the instructions on it. She always said, "I'll be able to make something better than the cook book shows!" Which, she never actually could.

Cindi's father was a real chef in the kitchen... those many years ago when he actually made food for the family.

Now... he was just gone all the time; either working at a mediocre job, or playing around with his friends instead of taking care of the family.

"Cindi? Is that you?" She heard her mother ask.

Cindi looked down; expecting the next response. "Yes mom."

Her mother then walked into the room, and stood in front of Cindi. Her mother, being a luxray, was quite intimidating. She could scare away adult men with the evil gleam in her eye.

"Where have you been? You are fifteen minutes late!"

Cindi nodded slightly. "I know. I was..."

Her mother leaned in. "Was what? Finish your statements young lady, I did not raise you to stutter!"

"I had a little chat with Constan." She finished.

Her mother made a noise of disgust. "That explains it. Bad influence; that flareon. I told you that you were forbidden from dating such disgustingly bad-behaved boys like that."

Cindi looked at her mother's face. "He's not disgusting. He's nice."

Her mother gritted her teeth. "How... many times... have I told you to NOT... talk back to me young lady? Too many I'm afraid."

Cindi huffed. "Yes. You have told me too many times."

That earned Cindi a slap of her mother's paw to the left cheek. "Watch what you say! I am your mother!"

Cindi rubbed the place where she was smacked. She didn't exclaim much pain or emotion to being struck. It happened often enough, that she was used to it. "Yes... mother."

The luxray nodded. "Mhm. Now then, since you seem to like to break all the rules of the house, you get to skip dinner tonight. And, I want you in bed, AND asleep at 8:00 p.m. Have I made myself clear?"

Cindi nodded solemnly. "...Yes..."

Her mother nodded again. "Good. I expect you to obey this time." And finishing with that, her mother returned to the kitchen to resume her 'cooking' experiments.

Cindi walked to her room slowly.