My mom .. How ? WHAT ?!
" S-stop . Whoever this is ... quit playing games " I said not wanting to believe it was really her.
" Sweety, it's been so long. I haven't seen you since you were three. I'm so s-sorry Bethany. "
" Is this really you ...?" I start to tear up.
She must of realized it in my voice that I wanted to cry because she chuckled a bit.
" Yes Beth. It's really me. I need to see you. I flew down from Atlanta.. We need to catch up.. "
" O-okay. Meet me at the Starbucks a couple blocks away from our old house. We can talk there. " I say smiling.
" Okay hun. See you there " I can tell she was happy from the way she said that.
" Okay mom " I smiled once again and hung up.
Am I really about to go see my mom ? The mom I haven't seen in 11 years ...
Yes I guess I am.
I hurry to my bathroom and brush my teeth and hair.
I walk into my closet and pick out some high wasted shorts, a black crop top with a skull on it, and I put on my black converse.
I walk back into my bathroom and put on some mascara and eyeliner.
I grab my phone and walk out my room.
My dad must be back home because I can smell his alcohol. I quietly walk down the stairs hoping he doesn't hear or see me.
Right before I can walk out the door his voice stops me.
" Where the hell do you think you're going?" He says.
" To my friends." I simply say.
" No you're not .." He says sternly.
" YES THE FUCK I AM " I yell.
" Not like that you're not. " He looks at my clothes.
" Watch me " I turn to open the door and he grabs my arm and yanks me back.
" Go change. You look like a slut. "
That didn't hurt me. It's not the first time he's called me that.
I yank my arm out of his grip and walk out the door and slam it shut.
I quickly start walking down the street.
Hoping he's not following me.
I stop walking and look back.
He wasn't there.
I start to walk at a normal paste, well a little bit slower because I was nervous to see my mom.
I was scared ... I don't know what she's like. I barley know what she even looks like.
After 20 minutes of walking I arrive at starbucks. My heart is racing. I want to see her and talk to her but I'm scared ...
I walk in the doors and I can smell that wonderful smell of coffee.
I look around not noticing anyone in here.
" Bethany ..? Bethany Anderson !? " Someone says behind me.
I turn around and there stood a woman with dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, wearing some black slacks with a black and white flower blouse and black flats.
She looked at me like she was about to cry. I didn't know it was her..
She came up to me and hugged me. I hugged her back tightly.
We both stood there in the middle of Starbucks crying and hugging.
I was happy to see her.
I never wanted to let go.
