"Jenna?"
I froze as I stepped foot into the house, frowning. My mom's voice repeated itself as she stepped foot into the living room.
I didn't say anything, or move, I just looked at her.
"It's great that you're home now, I wanted to talk to you quickly." She smiled, and I felt sick at the sight of it. It was fake, hiding something, I didn't like it.
She motioned for me to follow her back to the kitchen, which I hesitantly did. I took a seat by the barstool and looked over the counters, suprised at the fact that she had prepared dinner.
"I'm going to be home all this week," She stated quickly, glancing over her shoulder at me, "I hope you're not busy. I'd like to spend some time with you to apologize for how I've been the past few months."
"Oh," I mumbled, watching her, "Well, I've got questions for you, then. I'm sure you'll have enough time to answer them all."
She nodded at me, then turned away and cleaned up everything besides the dinner plates.
We used to have a proper dinner every night, and my mom would get everything ready and then clean up all of the things she used to cook with. She said it saved her time, apparently.
After cleaning, she put a plate in front of me and smiled. "What's on your mind, Jenna?"
"Don't call me Jenna," I groaned, "You know I don't like that." She just shrugged at me, and sighed the way she always used to when I often complained about her calling me by my name, "That is your name, though. You know that."
I ignored her and picked at the food, sighing as I turned to her, "Where have you been, exactly?"
She glanced at me, giving me a look like she wasn't allowed to answer the question.
"Alright, fine," I mumbled, shrugging it off. I'll find out eventually; I'll get it out from her.
We sat in silence, eating our food beside each other. I didn't know how I felt about having her home, I was unsure wether or not I would like having her around for a week or not. Now that I think about it, I did miss her a little. I used to always be at home with Michael or just sit alone if I wasn't at work. Since Luke came a long, I was over his house a lot more. I never left notes anymore, either. Life at home without Mom never crossed my mind. Last time I saw her was just a little while ago, and it was only lasted about ten minutes. We fought.
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That night, I hid out in my room. Well, I tried.
The sound of another voice that wasn't my Mom's made me a little confused, more since the voice was clear to be a mans voice. I got up from my bed after listening to them talk for a few minutes, trying my hardest to identify the voice. It never came to me, so I decided to see for myself.
I cracked my door open quietly, stepping into the hall and looking down the stairs. I could hear my mom's voice more clearly now, as well as the mans, but I didn't know what they were talking about.
"Jenna?" She asked, stopping her conversation. I ignored the use of my name and looked at her, she was sitting on the couch beside someone else.
I gave her a look, as if asking who it was. The man turned to me and smiled. He looked about the same age as my Mom, and I hated to admit the fact that he seemed friendly. I knew why he was here, and I wasn't fond of the idea as to why.
"Hey, can I talk to you?" I asked her, biting my lip. She was about to say something, probably an introduction, but I could feel anger burning inside of me stomach and I almost felt dizzy.
She gave me a surprised look and the nodded, standing up and following me into the kitchen.
"Who is he?" I frowned, trying to speak quietly. Her mouth opened, but I cut her off, "Actually, don't answer that. I'm- I'm actually really mad at you," I groaned, running a hand through my hair, "You say you're gonna be home, and you are, but instead you have someone over. Is that who you've been off with?"
"Jenna, you know how I was a year or so ago," She spoke softly, sighing, "I thought this was going to be a good thing, for us."
I shook my head quickly, feeling like my throat was about to close. I wanted to cry, really, I hadn't cried in awhile. Not for a year, I hadn't really felt an emotion worse than the loss of my Father that pushed me to the verge of tears. I didn't cope well, neither did my Mom. I stayed in my room, constantly sleeping, crying, repeat. Every so often I would leave and lay with my Mom who took on the same routine. We became distant and for several nights she began dissapearing, I didn't know where. She would be home a few hours at a time before dissapearing again. Eventually I had to get a job, since she wasn't home to support us. I was just lucky enough to have Michael as a friend who could help me get a job to do that. I feel like I've been on my own since.
"How could you? How could you just.. replace him?" I choked out, throwing out my attempt to be quiet.
Now she was crying. She was staring at me, as if she was hurt.
We looked at each other for a few seconds before I cleared my throat, walking out of the kitchen and passed the living room. It was dark, but that hadn't stopped me from leaving before.
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holy hek i was kinda excited to post this chapter bc ?/!:!/ i feel like there were a few things unexplained nd sorry abt this being so short ?!!?
it's currently 1am on sunday and i completely forgot to post on friday i am SO sorry although none of u probably cared !!
alright cool i aint got much to say besides you should definitely read my new ash fic "paralyze" bc..,. why the heck not
until next time amis
- liblob
