Harry's P.O.V
Christmas is coming up, and I'm trying to brainstorm some ideas on what to get Anneliese. Most of her favorite bands are from the 70's, so a concerts out of the question. I know she likes animals, and she always talks about cats. Her mom apparently promised her a cat a few years ago, but she never got one. That's it! I'll buy her a cat. But first I need the ok from her mom.
She's out shopping with Alexa today, so I'll run over and ask her mom real quick. I'm sure she'll say he's, but still. It's polite to ask.
I grabbed my keys and phone and walked out the door. I pretty much live right across the street, so I can see her house clearly. The lights are on, and her moms Mercedes is there, so she's definitely home. I type in the code and approach the front door. Before I can ring the doorbell, I hear yelling.
I know I shouldn't, but I peer in through the little square window next to the door. Anneliese is home. And her mom is yelling at her. They're standing behind the couch directly in front of me. Anneliese is crying and her mom seems to be scolding her for some strange reason. She puts her hands over her face and weeps. While hesitating, I ring the doorbell. I don't want them to fight, so might as well break it up.
Mrs. Palmer comes to the door and opens it, looking flustered. She looked at me with foggy eyes, as if she'd been crying earlier. "I'm sorry Harry but nows not a good time." She said sounding exhausted.
My gaze drifts over her shoulder towards a crying Anneliese. "Is everything ok?"
She turns to look back at Anneliese and sighs. I run my hands through my hair anxiously, wondering what's going on. Anneliese looks at me for a split second and turns away crying harder. I huff out a shaky breath of air and await Mrs. Palmers response. "Not exactly, Harry. Come on in. She says opening the door wider for me to enter.
I step over the thresh hold and I'm instantly hit with a scent of cinnamon and sugar cookies. Their house always makes me feel good inside. I love the way it smells. More than anything, though, I love the smell of Anneliese's room. It smells like her perfume. It's like flowers, but sweet. Almost like the smell of an orange, but better. When I hug her I always make sure to inhale, because the smell of her brings butterfly's to my stomach.
She's sitting on the couch, her knees tucked up to her chest. Her eyes are glued to the wall and she doesn't even acknowledge my presence. Mrs. Palmer gestures for me to sit down, across from her and Anneliese. I take my seat and nervously wait for an explanation of what's going on.
Anneliese's P.O.V
"Mom, NO!" I screamed helplessly. It was as if I could no longer control my words. It all just poured out. "You can't do this, just let me go live with my dad! I need him, he's my father, I don't need you!" I said cruelly.
My mother just looked at me in shock, with anger filling her eyes and her lips tightening together. "I CAN, do this! I'm your mother and I make the decisions around here! You will talk to me with respect do you hear me? I'm the adult, your the child." She spat at me in disgust.
"You can't do this to me, your ruining my life! Arggg!" I screamed in anger. My eyes were pouring out un-controllable tears and my knees were weak. I could feel myself breaking down, losing strength. And I knew I could collapse at any moment now.
"I'm ruining your life?! I'm not the one who wanted a divorce, you can thank your father for that one!" She snarled.
"Really mom, the victim card? When are you going to GET OVER IT?! It was 5 years ago! Your the most bitter person I've ever met, and your stuck. in. the .past!" I snapped. No matter what, I always defend my dad. Ever since the divorce she just lied to make people feel bad for her, when she did pretty much the exact same thing as my dad. It's both of their fault. I was there through it all, and I know every detail.
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