Chapter 17

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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.

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