Chapter 16

Marilynn

“Great it’s you.” I huffed at my mother’s boyfriend also known as my fucking principal.

I walked inside heading into the kitchen to drink a glass of water, but Hitler had to follow me in here as well. He was standing on the other side of the island. I really hate him.

“About time you arrived home.” Alden said sternly.

“Shut up this isn’t even your home.” I spat.

“Hey, hey what is going on?” my mother said coming in from the hallway. She was in her silk robe along with her flip-flops.

“He wants to hit me!” I cried running into my mother’s arms. Of course my mom wrapped her arms around me meanwhile had a devilish grin on my face as I stuffed my face in the crook of her neck.

“She is lying. I will not tolerate this type of behavior Elizabeth. You know that. It is about time she arrived home, you were worried sick and I am exhausted from staying up waiting for her to show up.” He glared me, well damn. That didn’t stop me from giving him a cold look.

“Al, calm down sweetie. You’re missing the point; she came back home safe and sound, right?” She tried convincing him.

“Indeed yes, but I won’t let this go, she needs some sort of discipline.”

“What’s it to you? You are not my dad! Let my mom handle this.”

“Why so you can convince her to allow you continue your crazy antics, you Mary are only a few years from becoming eighteen it is time for you to mature, don’t you think?” he argued back.

“No because I want to enjoy my youth! So you know what I say? Yolo and fuck it!” I screamed at him flipping him off. I ran past him, stomping on the stairs because I know how much he hates that. I was fuming by the time I entered my room.

Immediately I dialed Harry’s number.

Dialing…
Dicktator

“Hello?” He answered on the third ring.

“Harry, I’m so fucking pissed!”

“Mary it hasn’t even been ten minutes since I left. What happened?”

“Shitface, ugh I hate him so much.”

“Why? Did he do something to you? Are you okay?” he asked. The fact that he genuinely sounded worried made me feel just a tiny bit warm inside, only a tiny bit.

I lay back on my bed. “I’m fine Harry, well at least physically, but not mentally. I feel so lonely yet so angry. I want to cry but then again I want to scream at the top of my lungs.”

“Whoa that’s a lot of emotions you got going there. Are you on your period?” He joked.

I chuckled into the phone. “No Harry. I am not on my period. Well at least I think I’m not.”

“Okay babe I get it.” I heard him laugh a little.

“Wait did you just call me babe?” I blushed.

“Um did I?” he coughed.

“Yeah you basically did.” I grinned. How could he have not caught that? This guy will be the deaths of me I already know it. I must admit though, I did like the way he called me babe. I don’t care how simple the word is it caused a few butterflies.

“Guess it slipped out, sorry.” He apologized.

“Oh don’t be, I actually liked it.” I said completely honest.

“Good now I won’t be so embarrassed.”

“Good.” I replied.

A knocking at the door soon interrupted our phone call. “Who is it?” I called. Pressing the palm of my hand against the phone.

“Mary, dear it’s me, mom.” She shouted through the door.

“Hey I got to go, my mom’s waiting outside my room.” I said lowly so my mother wouldn’t hear; last thing I need is her making wrong assumptions of me.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” We both hung up.

“Come in!” I shouted.

In came my mother walking through the door. Anticipation flooded my body as I wondered what subject she was going to start off with. A guy she hasn’t met yet? My behavior? What I was doing at the cabin? Oh dear lord help me come up with the best believable lies.

My mom walked closer to the bed and finally took a seat beside me. She began to stroke my hair; I guess she was trying to be comforting before the whole lecture thing.

“Mary, you know I love you right?” Here we go…

I sighed. “Yes mother.” I said scooting away a bit, trying to get her to stop petting me like a cat.

“No matter what the circumstance right?” she looked at me with those guilty eyes, those guilty brown eyes. Something’s up, I can feel the tension.

“Am I adopted?” I blurted out.

She widened her eyes. “No of course not Mary. Don’t ever joke about that.”

“Sorry, it just came out.”

“Baby you’ve got my brown eyes and your father’s cheekbone structure, not to mention Lori’s lips. You’re definitely not adopted.” She genuinely smiled at me.

“I suppose.”

“Dear, I really need your support right now. It’s not healthy for you to keep dwelling on your father’s death. You’re not letting him rest.”

“I know that mom but sometimes I cannot help it. I miss him like crazy, you’re always to busy and so is Lori, don’t you realize how lonely I feel?”

“I felt very lonely for a while, believe it or not. I couldn’t ever imagine myself with another man-‘

‘Yet here you are, with not any man but with my headmaster.” I raised my voice a bit.

“To you it might seem like betrayal-‘

“Because it is mom! Don’t you get it? How could you leave my feelings without consideration?” I couldn’t help the anger building up inside of me; it was like drinking poison but waiting for the other person to die. I hated being angry but I was hurt.

“Honey, this isn’t what your father would want for us especially you.”

“I know that but-‘

“No sweetie. How about you, Lori and I go out tomorrow?”

“Can’t, I’m hanging out with Harry.”

“Harry? I’ve never heard of him before. Is he like a boyfriend or what?” My mom showed curiosity.

“No mom, he’s just a friend.”

“You know you can tell me anything right? I won’t loose my cool.”

“Cool? Where the f- never mind.”

“Well if you are going to hang out with Harry tomorrow then how ‘bout we have a small brunch before you go?”

“I guess, so where’s Lori?”

“She knocked out a while ago but you can talk to her in the morning.”

“Um okay.”

Before I could add anything else my mom stood up to give me a kiss on my forehead, “Goodnight dear. Don’t smoke pot, it stinks up the house.”

I laughed. “Yes mother."

Notes

There ya have it.