Falling In Love With The Douche

Part 10

        I had a lot of thinking to do. I mean of course I did want to run away with him but if you think logically, it just wouldn't work out. I mean we are only 14 and its a big and scary world out there filled with the unknown. The cool wind felt bitter across my face, as I was still in the park. But Tom had left, I was wearing his sweater and the smell wore off on me which me tingle with delight.

        I soon realized that I couldn't stay with Emily forever, its time to stop running away from my problems. I have to confront my parents and sister. Staying over at Emily's house without telling them probably didn't make the situation any better, what so ever.

        I started walking home. I have been part of this abusive family for 14 years now, I have gotten my fighting skills from the very best, my sister. My sister isn't mean to me, she is just moody as most teenage girls are. But she isn't like me. She doesn't run away from her problems, she fights back until she gets her way. I wouldn't say that is the right thing to do but my way sure isn't right either.

        My heart pounded as I opened the gates of hell- my parents house. A scream of pure fury and animosity fills the room, "What the hell are you doing?" My mother howls. I look down in shame, but then I look right back up at her. Remember she is the one who is responsible for my absents last night, not me.

        "Did you miss me last night?" I look straight into her hateful eyes with a confident smile and posture.

        "Don't be stupid!" She hollered.

        "I'm sorry but I don't think that calling me stupid is very nice, why don't you say something sweet like a good mom should." I say almost sarcastically.

        She chuckles "Ha Like what?"

        "I'll go first, I love you..." Whenever we fight I am always the one fixing it, so I tell her that I love her, she obviously doesn't love me.

        "Yeah okay..." She started.

        "Why don't you ever tell me that you love me?" I ask with less confidence, but more in a tone that will make her feel guilt, something that she likes to make me feel by pointing out my flaws.

        "Because I never wanted you." She said quietly.

        "That doesn't mean that I don't deserve to feel loved!" I said with a mocking tone in my voice, although I remained calm.

        "Well, you never make me feel loved." She said in protest.

        "Really, are you kidding me? I do my very best to keep our relationship healthy! And what do you do? You just pick fights with me again and again!" I am obviously being the bigger person, but this fight was not over quite yet.

        "Your a witch!" She said as tears started to stream down her face. No, I will not feel guilt again. I have to remain the bigger person. She needs to feel whats its like on the other side of the fight. After a few sobs she quietly speaks out, "I'm sorry..." She started to walk away when I stopped her.

        "I forgive you, mom. Just please can we work on not picking out my flaws?" I hugged her and she hugged back, tightly as If I was going to run away right then and there.

        "Of course, but Yuki told me about you and that nasty kid Tom. Is it true?" She asked, but this time not hurtfully but cautiously like a loving mother should.

        "Well, yes we are together."

        "But what if he hurts you?"

        "I can take care of myself..."

        "Well I guess that you can, Considering what you have done today..." This made me feel proud. I had just saved our relationship and my mothers sanity.

        "But he asked me to run away with him, mom . What do I do? You see he has physically abusive parents and he can't leave his house unless its for good or to go to school. But sometimes he makes up excuses to see me." She let go of me and gave me a warm smile.

        "Well, if its other he leave forever or stay there forever than... I guess that he could stay here until he gets stuff worked out with his parents." I screamed with delight.

        "Really?" I asked questioning her judgment.

        "Yes really, it is the absolute least that I could do, after all of the um you know. Yelling and screaming and years of fighting."

        "Mom, lets just not bring any of that up and live on." She nodded.

        Now the only thing I have to worry about Is Rick and Mike, what will I do?

        what will I do?