The Ones For Him

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As soon as I got off the plane, I was greeted by a police officer at the gate. We got in his car and he drove me to my house, walking with me when I made my way towards my home. I knocked on the door and it opened up a few seconds after, my mom pulling me into a tight and telling me how much she missed me.

"Are you ok, Quincy?"

"I'm fine, Mom, let me go." I pulled my hands back from her and she furrowed her brows, the officer behind me awkwardly clearing his throat.

"Hello, I'm Officer Johnson. I wanted to ask Quincy a few questions about what you told us, if that's ok?"

"No-"

"Oh, come in. Quincy will tell you everything that happened."

I rolled my eyes and walked into the house, walking straight to my room. I pulled a big suitcase out from my closet and a backpack, pulling my clothes out from my closet and dresser, and stuffing them in the bags.

"Quincy?" I heard my mom walk in my room, "What are you doing?"

"Well, I already know we'll get into an argument, like always, and you'll probably ask me an ultimatum and I already know my answer even if you haven't asked the question. I'm just getting all of my things ready so I won't have to come back here." I closed up the backpack and started grabbing more clothes to throw into the suitcase.

My hands were pulled away, but I yanked them from my mom. "You're not making me stay here."

"Quincy, you can't make a choice. You're a minor and I'm your mom, you can't leave the house. You're not ready to be on your own. Look what happened the past couple of days! You were kidnapped!"

"And?! I'm fine now..." I glared at her and she dropped her 'innocent, worried mother' look.

"You're not leaving, Quincy. You're going to go out there and tell that officer what happened and why you went missing. After that, you'll break up with those stupid boys that have caused too much trouble for you and themselves. You don't have a choice because I'm your parent and you will listen to what I say! I know that you would rather be with your mom than those four boys, correct?"

I stayed silent, then shook my head. "Actually, you're wrong. I would choose them any day over you. I would choose dad over you. You're always trying to make me the perfect son you wanted, but guess what? That's never going to happen because I will no longer be following your orders, or letting you push me around anymore."

She scowled and crossed her arms. "So you're saying that you would rather be with them over me when they could just be using you and your body? Do they pay you or something? Is that why you're choosing them? I wouldn't be too surprised since you're always going after money."

I laughed and continued putting my clothes away. "I work to earn my own money. I don't go after people with money because I would rather make my own money. I know that I've earned it for working hard, unlike you. I know that you've always been with Dad because of his money. You're always asking him for it and when he doesn't give you any, you get all mad and upset and take it out on me. I'm surprised that you think you're innocent after all of this."

I looked her and clicked my tongue. "So...are we done here?"

My head swiftly turned to the left, feeling a stinging sensation on my right cheek. I froze and slowly looked back at the woman in front of me.

"I guess we are."

I zipped up the suitcase and placed it on the ground, sliding the backpack on and grabbing the suitcase as I began walking out.