Resistance • l.h.

Fifty

"I knew it!" I watched my mother cry, sobbing into her hands hysterically. "I knew Luke would try and do this to us. I know you and him have been close, but for him to get you to turn against your own mother? How sad!"

I narrowed my eyes at her words, shaking my head. "I can't believe you're lying to my face. Jocelyn, I saw you. Ash and I both saw you."

Her tears immediately halted and she straightened up, her face turning into a defensive mask. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, cold and hard.

Your stupid show you put on for the rest of the world isn't going to fool anyone anymore.

"So that wasn't you who walked out of that hotel next to the Central Park, looking like she just got banged?" I challenged, crossing my arms on my chest.

That's when I felt it. My cheek stung from her hand; the hit was so hard that my face felt like it was buzzing, my head spinning. I was frozen from the impact with hatred bubbling up in my stomach.

"Get out! Get out you bitch. You're just as bad as your step-father," she screamed, throwing her glass at the wall behind me. The woman in front of me was a monster. I haven't been hit since I was five, and even then, they were small spankings that didn't really hurt. It was more of the fear of disappointing my family that made me cry.

I felt myself swing back in response to her words, sending her flying onto the floor. "I f.ucking hate you. How dare you blame this on everyone else around you when you're the one who causes your own hell? We've all tried to save you from it, but it's like you want to be damned. And you know what? You can go rot in there for all I care. You are no longer anything to me!"

With those words, I ran into my room, trying to get away from her before I do something rash again.

When going to grab my suitcase from my closet, I nearly fell, hearing a loud crunch beneath my shoes. I bent down to inspect the scene. It looked like Luke's phone.

Well, there's your answer. My mind remarked sarcastically, and I wanted to rip out my brain. I was sick of thinking, sick of feeling.

What had happened to him? What did Jocelyn do? Is he hurt?

I started sobbing, my eyes filling up with tears and overflowing in a torrent that fell onto my clothes. Grabbing as much clothes as I could, I stormed out the house, determined to never let my mother lay another hand on me again, leaving her completely alone.

Hey! This update every two days thing is strange because I'm not used to waiting so long haha. But it does make me feel a lot more relaxed without having to worry about posting so often.

So this isn't related to anything but there's this guy... :3 and he's freaking great but I'm scared because
1. His ex is a crazy bitch that will cause drama
2. I've never been in a relationship (yes that means I've never kissed anyone or done remotely anything)
3. Him and his gf used to do the stuff all the time and idk if he'll expect the same from me.
So yeah my feels are mixed and it sucks.
IF YOURE STILL READING I LOVE YOU AND UNTIL NEXT TIME!