Stumbled In Love [Complete]

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A/N: Heads up. This is going to be one weird chapter.

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"Arthit."

I closed my eyes before sucking in a deep breath. Knowing full well that from this second on my night was nice and fucked.

"Hello, mother. To what do I owe this enormous pleasure?"

"I saw you at the Suthiluck party."

"Oh? I guess then for once it's a good thing that I couldn't."

"Still an asshole I see."

"What can I say, it's genetic."

"Then it's amazing how your brother turned out so normal."

My face instantly grimacing at the word that has haunted me for too many years. Did I really think I would win in this never ending battle of low blows? And normally I would have tried a lot harder at throwing a few punches of my own but honestly today I was too tired to get into any mind games with her.

"What do you want?"

"Aren't you even going to invite me in?"

"Nope, you see my mother didn't teach me any manners. Now what the fuck do you want?"

"I heard Sol finally got tired of your drama and left."

"You know what, I don't care what you want. Do me a favor and forget my address."

Trying to salvage the last vestiges of self respect for the day I swung my back to her and walked straight to my apartment. Slamming the door as hard as possible, before walking into my bedroom and falling face first on my bed, more than ready to end this freakishly exhauting day.

Ladies and gents, meet my ever not-so-loving bane of my existence of a mother. And pretty much the entire reason I have grown up to be a case study of the century for psychiatrists. Although, one would think that after not having any significant contact with the woman in over a decade I would have let some of the bitterness subdue. Turns out I can really hold a grudge.

To be fair if it was one, super massively evil act, I may have even found a way to forgive her, or in the least move on from it. But after years of being told repeatedly that the sole reason I was sent on this Earth was as a punishment for the people around me, I am woe to accept that it's sort of hard to not internalize that belief.

Spending day after day getting scared to ask for any assistance to accomplish even the most basic of tasks. Wondering constantly if that was the moment someone would reach their breaking point in carrying my cumbersome burden and abandon me while I was at my most vulnerable. Finding it easier to keep people at bay, push everyone away instead of actual risking their inevitable rejection. I think I was a whole foolish twelve years old when I even discovered for the very first time that their exists something known as the school of blind and that I didn't have to struggle to keep up my grades. Except for the fact that my folks were a little more obsessed about keeping pretenses at having a perfectly normal family that I was rather used to hearing that I was simply not trying hard enough at being more like Sol.

Long story short, as you may have noticed already, I am a little bit fucked up.

And a whole decade after Sol and I had finally decided to leave that traumatizing environment, here she was back to torment the shit out of me, and she had yet to even spit out what she wanted. Not that it mattered ofcourse, cause naturally I spent the night on my bed, in my eerily silent apartment tossing and turning while I relived my childhood over and over again. Hating her and myself and everything all the more.