"You really need to stop being so mean to her Leon." Christine walks up to me. I smile and look down at my cup of coffee. "That's all she is going to remember from you before you go off to college."
"He's not that mean," Angela laughs, hugging Christine around the waist, "But I do have to agree. You are leaving for New York soon so she probably will remember the multiple times you threw food at her" I watch as she keeps listing things on her fingers.
"Okay, I get it. I can be an asshole to her. But it's because I love her! They always say those who hurt you are the ones who love you the most."
"What is this, Stockholm syndrome? Are you keeping her hostage? Are you insane? Batshit crazy, off the walls? BONKERS?!" They yell at me together.
"I was trying to make a joke." I scoff while taking a sip of coffee. I'm not exactly the most fun person ever. I wear a mask and act tough. I mean, I am. I got adopted when I was eight, Evie was around the age of five, so I've been on my own for a while. I still have memories of my parents. Them not taking care of me. I slept in a closet for the love of god! I was taught to not speak unless spoken to. To follow all rules, I wouldn't dare make one.
"I'm sorry bubs," Angela embarrasses me in a hug.
"Don't be." I turn around putting my coffee cup in the sink. I turn and walk up the steps towards my room. This may make me seem overdramatic, truth be told, my moms know me better than I know myself. They know when they said what they said, I would start thinking. Thinking about what I did wrong to be left by them, my real parents.
Yes I'm aware that they may truly not be my parents because a parent is someone who loves and supports their child. Who is there for them and will protect them from the evil in the world, not give them up to evil. But then again, that taught me a lesson. If I ever, and I mean ever, become a parent I will protect my child. Give them every ounce of love! Make sure they're happy and know that I love them, unlike my real parents."God, I need to stop worrying, they never loved me anyway." I enter my bedroom and look around. I already got accepted into a college that is in New York, and I'm from Ohio, there are boxes stacked in the corner. Some empty, some full. "I better get packing."
