As much as I didn't want to go home, I did anyway so I didn't make matters worse. It was going on 3 AM and I stuck my key in the front door to unlock it. I took a deep breath before turning the knob and walking in.
My parents were sitting in the living, which I already knew they would be. My mother watched my every move as I walked into the living room and sat across from them.
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Nobody said anything. They just sat there looking at me.
"So you out here club hopping now?" My dad spoke. "And what's this I hear about you dating David? Is that true?"
I avoided eye contact as I nodded.
"That is a grown man with a child. You're just a child yourself." My mom spoke
I sighed. "I am 18. I'm not a little girl anymore."
"Oh." My mom sat back and crossed her arms. "Well excuse the hell outta me."
"You were supposed to be babysitting." My dad spoke.
"Yea. I was but then his mom came to get Kairi so I went to the show with him."
"So when the baby leaves, you're supposed to bring your ass home! Not follow behind some rapper that's probably going to forget about you with all these women throwing themselves at him!" My mother yelled
"You're in high school MaKayla. I get that you want freedom because you're getting older but sneaking around isn't how you do it."
I rolled my eyes. "Ok so if I would've asked, you would've said no so what's the point? Either way I was going to have to sneak to be there."
"The point is you're only 18!" My dad raised his voice. "I try to be the cool parent and give you the benefit of the doubt but you are pushing it!"
"From now on, you go to school, go to practice and bring your ass home. That babysitting shit is over." My mom looked at me.
"That's not fair!" I looked at the both of them
"Ask me do I care." My dad looked at me. "You heard what your mother said. Our house, our rules."
"Ya'll treat me like I'm a child. I am 18. I know I'm not 21 yet but I still know how to handle myself. I do everything to please ya'll and I can't have no type of freedom. I run track because you wanted me to. I take piano lessons because you wanted me to. I go to my vocal coach because you wanted me to! I do everything you ask and you blow up because I want to have fun? You're really overreacting right now."
"You were in a club, MaKayla!" My mom yelled
"Ok? And the age to get in is 18. What's the problem?"
"No child of mine, that's living under my roof, is going to be out partying at clubs. Doing God knows what, all times of the night. That's not how I raised you!" My mom sat back
