What If

Kicked out

**BI BI** **BI BI**

my alarm woke me up. I yawned and stepped out of my bed. I put on a t-shirt and my pajamas pants and walked down stairs.

"God morning honey" my mom said and handed me a plate of eggs and bacon. "Thanks, but? What for" I asked. She sat down on a chair in front of me.

"We need to talk." She said in a serious voice. I stopped eating and put the fork on the table "yeah?". What did she wanna talk about?

"Son, you need to know that... Someday you have to move out. your 21 now. An-..." I cut her off. "Wait.. What are you telling me mom?" I felt tears in my eyes. "I'm just saying that.... You have to find a house for your self you know?" I could see it was hard for her too. But she couldn't just, kick me out like that. "Are you telling me to leave mom?" My voice cracked, she didn't answer. Instead she just looked at the table while rubbing her hands nervously. "You can't do-.. You can't DO THAT MOM" I yelled and stood up. She still didn't answer "we always agreed on, that I move out. When IM ready." I said in a harsh voice while pointing at myself. "I'm sorry sha-.." She said and busted out crying. I ran upstairs, I opened my door and slammed it behind me. "FUUU" I yelled and kicked my bed. She couldn't throw me out like that.

I laid on my bed for about 30 minutes before I got together and started getting ready. I decided to go to Lisa's house. I didn't wanna call, or text. I just needed her right now. I put on my pants and my black shirt. I brushed my hair and pulled on my beanie. I brushed my teeth and grabbed my phone, I ran down the stairs and saw my mom cleaning the kitchen. I looked at her but didn't say anything. I opened the door and slammed it. I locked up my car and drove as fast as I could to Lisa's apartment. I sat in the car for a bit, thinking about how my mom felt right now. I was maybe a little harsh to her. And I guess she's right, I mean? I am 21..