Mad World (Gone Editing)

Chapter 3

<Good morning all. I know I said I was going to post every Monday but I was lost in the Sims 4 world. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed meeting Inna and the sexy Elliot. And I hope you enjoy reading this little piece of me>

Corinna's POVStarving by Hailee Steinfeld, Grey, Zedd

After another couple weeks of being in Wolf Lake I couldn't take not talking to anyone back home any longer.

Natasha and the others had been so busy with work and their own lives that we hadn't been able to really hang out much. Elliot had been out of town for the last eight days, leaving George to be my lone companion most of the time. I was lonely and kind of going stir crazy with only a dog to talk to.

It made me desperate, apparently. What else could explain me breaking my father's rules and calling the house phone late one Friday night?

After enough rings that I was beginning to give up that anyone would answer, finally someone did.

"Baby girl is that you," my mother's voice came over the line and I felt like weeping.

My mama was the best mom I could have asked for. She was like a mama bear, fiercely protective over my brother and me. She would do anything for us even if it meant going against my father. She was funny, caring and only slightly ghetto but only when pushed too far.

"Yeah mama, it's me," I said with a sigh.

"Oh baby, I've been begging your father to let me call you. So far, he's refused every time. I don't even have the number to your phone, and it shows up as restricted when you call," she said sounding defeated. "I'm not supposed to even answer the house phone anymore. The only reason I did now is because your father is out at a business dinner," my mother explained.

"Is it so dangerous to talk to me? If it is why even send me this super encrypted phone," I asked as I looked out the window at the darkening sky. "It's lonely here," I said and wished she were there to hold me.

"I know baby. I'm gonna just have to sit your father down and tell him I have to talk to you at least once a week. It isn't right that we've gone almost 3 months without so much as a word," she said. "But since I have you on the phone, I can catch you up on all the happenings around town," she suggested, and I knew she was trying to take my mind off of the situation and cheer me up.

My mama loved to gossip. She knew everything about everybody, all of the time. If I wanted to know anything, I could always count on her. She was like having my own private TMZ reporter

Except when it came to my father, then she was as tight lipped as could be. I hated it. I always felt like she was actively hiding something from me. In a way she was and that was the one thing that cause tension between us.

My mother and father met when they were more than 13 or 14. Daddy came from the poverty-stricken side of town whereas my mom came from a working middle class family. Of course, my granddad wanted my father to stay far away from my mama but that didn't happen, in fact it just made my mother want to be with him more.

My father hated to be looked down on and wouldn't actually ask her out on to a date until he'd quit his last job working for someone else to start his own steel plant. Daddy's net worth shot up so fast that my mom was worried that he would no longer want her. He did but it definitely changed the dynamic of their relationship.

My mom used to tell me stories of the sweet young man who would sneak all the way across town just to bring her flowers and all this sweet stuff he used to do but as I got older, I never saw my father act that way with her. They seemed more like partners running a business than a loving couple with my father running having the final say over everything.