Chapter 2

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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.

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