cupid of the playboys

not an A

Jade's POV

"What the hell is this jade!?" my mom, Steffine  barked out with a few curse words trailing after it, which I did not and never pay attention to. I mean she loved me somewhere in her heart...right? 

"Jade are you even listening to your mother?" My father, Matt asked me his voice was soft...but then it always was. I remember the first time my mother started cursing at me and he in his soft voice 'scolded'*catch the sarcasm*  her by saying "you should not do that".

I mean this was the most angry I had ever seen him! wait that does not sound right...OH YES! because he had been angrier! at me !

you are asking me why? oh easy because I told them I got a grade less than A. When was it? let me remember *some time passes* right now! 

"Jade!" I was bought back by an angry voice of my mother "yes mother, I am listening" I lie and then I see my mother's face go red of anger.

She looked like one of those cartoons whose face would go red and blow into a balloon when they got angry and then BAM! explodes. 

I mean, right now I cannot wish for anything more but for her head to explode but then again not everything I wish comes true like having loving parents.

With my head held low I observed my fiddling hands, I was deep in my thoughts when I felt a sharp pain on my head.

It was my mother she had grabbed my hair and was pulling them back so I was facing her "mom let go" I said barely able to keep my anger in check "no I will not you filthy Bitch!" She shouted and that did it.

I reached for her hand which had grabbed my hair  and turned to face her, my long hair now covered my right shoulder like they were giving me a side hug. comforting me, something no one had done for a long time. 

Anger getting the best of me I locked eyes with my mother, my eyes challenging her to deny what I was going to tell next.

"let go of my hair mother" I commended but the reply I received was my mother pulling my hair harder.

"You asked for it" I said as I twisted her hand causing her to leave my hair in the process then pushed her away with my free hand.

My mother gasped and with fake hurt laced with her voice she cried "how could you do that to your own mother Jade" I let out a gasp. What the fuck is this! I thought to myself "how could I? you ask me mother, oh wait let me think" I paused while tapping my right hands index finger at my chin "oh yes! the same way you did!" 

Before I could even blink I felt a hand make contact with my face which made my head tilt to the other side. I was in pure shock, my mind  was blank, I could not even lift a finger.

I stayed in my place for a whole minute in hope of him saying sorry or it was his moment of rage or go back to your room but nothing did but then I heard it my mother's voice came "you deserved it" 

My mind was still in daze, I did not even realise when my body started to move towards my room.

"You are not going anywhere missy! I am not done with you" My mom's voice came more commanding then ever. I could bet on my life this was because of the ego boost my father had given her.

I gave her a def ear and did not stop in my tracks. everything was clouded in front of my eyes it only cleared when my room came into view.

I reached the doorknob with shaking hands, I was struggling to open the door, I was struggling open a fucking door! what is happening to me! I shaked my head and gripped the handle again determined to open it this time.

opening the gate I did not waste any time in locking the door behind me and sat down on my bed,waiting.

Waiting, hoping that now my dad will knock on the door and say "come on dear we can talk about it" but no, nada! nothing not even a knock!

I looked at my phone, my eyes went wide when I realised it that it was past midnight they did not even call me for dinner!

I mean do they not care if I die of starvation? do they not care? is it that only when I make A's thst I become their lovely daughter ? am I of no use when I am not a A student?

Maybe they called me and I did not hear me, yes that is it! god I  was just overthinking about all this.

My stomach grumbled making me realise that I still had the capability of being hungry.

I stood up. Shaking, my legs had gone numb from hours of sitting is shock. slowly I made my way to the door but stopped to look at my appearance at the mirror which was on the right side of the door so it wouldn't break when someone opens it.

I looked at myself. I was a mess just, like my hair, nothing was in order, the darkness of my room hiding everything but my golden-brown eyes but I could feel the bruise forming at the place my father slapped me.

I shuddered at the recollection and a glint of anger and sadness lit inside of me.

 I thought that maybe when they see how unkept I look they will show some affection so without changing a thing about my self I slowly opened my door and made my way downstairs not making much noise. A habit I got myself into when I started sleeping late.

I was about to get inside the kitchen when I heard my mother say "we should talk to Jade" and those words stopped me in the tracks .

What? I wanted to know what they were going to talk to me about! and I wanted  to know what my father felt towards it as he never showed any interest in the sessions we had with me it was just my mother barking orders at me. so I stood there waiting for them to continue.