"Shoot her!" He barks orders at him.
My heart racing with every beat louder than the sound of fatal hits and blows landing on those I cherish most and my fingers sweaty, dripping on the cold marble floor.
I'd never thought I'd die like this, not thi...
A few minutes after, my stupid breakdown she came back, by then nothing but anger filled me.
Followed by dangerous thoughts that if I probably said out loud would end up getting me in an asylum.
I sat down accordingly and swallowed my pride to get her out of the house as soon as possible.
"Now that your done with your useless and might I add poor performance" she rolls her eyes, her lips curving into a devious smile, before continuing.
"I have splendid news."
This can't be good, every time she says she has 'good news' it always ends up in me being being a victim in whatever she has planned now.
I keep a blank face and say nothing.
She sighs but nevertheless continue speaking.
"I'll be staying here for a while, and your father will also be coming soon so his flight will be delayed a bit. Now we can change your wardrobe and go shopping for a few."
How can she act so calm, and well collected. It hasn't even past an hours since she said those words to me.
She's mental if she thinks that we are going to suddenly have some sort of mother daughter connection.
I nod and go up to my room, slamming the door in the process.
I'm not going to think about what she just said because knowing me, I'll probably go into some sort of frenzy and smash stuff.
I need to leave the house but knowing her, she won't let me go anywhere, until the next day.
I'll just stay up all day.
I sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling.
Just staring.
Buzz
What's th-
Oh, my phone.
I pull it out of my back pocket and check the notification.
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Shit.
My stupid little stunt over there.
Why didn't I just calm down and listen to Noah?
Did I hurt her?
I'm a bad friend.
I can't open her messages now, not when I've ruined basically everything.
I toss my phone on the couch nearby and stand up.
I'm getting anxious and the memories of the past events flowing through my mind aren't helping.
I hate this.
I pace around my room, my palms itching and it's like the whole room is closing in on me.
