As I walk into Charlies Café, I can already see my mom sitting alone at a table with two white coffee cups still steaming.
Here goes nothing.
I open the door and the bell rings as I step in. Mom looks up and stands with a slight grin on her face. Shes wearing sweats and a sweatshirt two sizes too small. Her hair tied up in a messy bun like always.
"Hi Olivia" shes says with a small smile, just big enough to show her teeth.
"Hi" I reply. I don't realize how snotty I sound until I see moms face. I dont care.
"So you know there are some things to talk about, right?" Mom says as she sits down.
"Yeah" I follow her actions in sitting down.
She takes a deep sigh and says "Olivia--"
"Dont" I cut her off. "Just don't. I know you want me to move back in with you but im not going to. I like it at dads"
Her face looks like I just pulled a gun on her.
"Olivia, baby. You know im better dont you?"
I feel a lump gather in my throat.
"Then explain to me why I dont beleive you"
Her expression remains.
It has been over 3 years since my mom attempted suicide. I dont think she understands how much of an impact that had on dad and me. After she was put into St. Williams Hospital for Pshycologically Challanged, I was scared of her--afraid she would try it again. So instead of alternating weeks at mom and dads, I live at dads full time.
"Olivia, you need to hear me out" She says with tears gathering in her eyes.
"Mom" I say without looking up. Not able to make eye contact "I think you should go home, and stop worrying about me. Dad and I are doing just fine" My voice cracked.
I stand up and put my coat and scarf.
"Olivia!" She screams as I walk out.
The last thing I hear is the bell on the door.
YOU ARE READING
Just Friends
Roman pour AdolescentsWhen Olivia met Gage she was only 2. They've been best friends for 15 years, and are just now starting to realize that they might be eachothers other half. But theres a few problems with that theory.