I Pick You

Chapter 3: Escape from Reality

I countdown to the day I'll be meeting Cam. 'Two more days. Two more days.' I keep repeating myself.

"Grazz, your mother's looking for you. She wants you back, immediately." Father alerted.

"What? Don't tell me your bringing me back to her - Cause if you are, remember you'll be returning me back to hell."

"Young Lady! Appropriate language, please - Remember, she's also your mother. She wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

She wouldn't? Are you kidding me? She has hurted my feelings since I was twelve. My own mother broke a piece of my beloved heart.. How could she?

"Sorry, but no. I do not want to go back to that demon's home!" I yelled.

"Say that once more, you'll be grounded!"

"So what? It'll be better than going back to Mom's!"

.....

He actually grounded me. So foolish - My parents are.

Father is the better parent, but no one could understand me.. No one. Not even my other relatives.

Just no one. Only Glennika.

"Princess, open the door, please?" Father knocked on my door.

I did nothing, just turned my music on to max and connected it with my beats speakers. 'La. La. La. La.' I sang.

"Grazzina! Open the door!"

"What are you going to do about it? Ground me for a year?"

'Shoot'. I'm meeting Cam in two fucking days - and I'm still grounded. Damn, damn, damn, damn!

"Dad.. I'm sorry. I just really didn't want to go back to Mother's.. I really don't." I opened the door and acted innocent.

"Look, Princess, I just want you to get to hang-out with your Mother. That's all. Once the weekends' over - You can go back here!"

It's working! Acting like I'm innocent is the best! Father will finally let me go out; once I arrive to Mother's, I could get ready and once the meet-up's here.. I could leave to meet Cameron.

She wouldn't care, would she?

No, she wouldn't.

Sadly.

.....

I knocked at her door. Feeling disgusted by going back to the Devil's property.

"Oh, hello Grazz." Mother greets.

"Hi - Goodbye Dad." I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"How is it living like a Princess at your Father's convention?" She asks, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, one thing I know, it's totally better there! Oh, no doubt!" I stood straight.

What a wise person, I am. I wonder what she'll reply it with; one thing I also know, Mother looks smart, acts smart, but she's the total opposite. She's a coward. She's only known for how beautiful she is, for being 'perfect'.

"Well, if you personally think this is 'hell', you're far from right. I just want you to be perfect! Act more like a lady, be perfect! Once you are, people will love you - I will love you." Mother lectured.

"I want to be loved for me! Not for who you want me to be! What kind of Mother encourages their kid to be more perfect so they can finally accept him nor her!" I shed tears.

"Oh, stop being so naïve! I am giving you everything that you possibly want!"

"I don't want everything Mom! All I want is a little bit of your loving!" I passed through her and went in my room.