"Oh honey," She directs her words to me, as if feeling pity for me. She sets her shopping bags on the ground and takes a seat next to him, "Listen, it's not like we planned this. . .'' She says.
I scoff, "I think I've had enough here." I slam my hands on the table and stand up. More than determined to walk away and never see them again. Not if I didn't have too. Disowning my mom will be the best thing to ever happen to me.
"No. Sit down. We have more to discuss." Mother dearest glares at me and points at my chair.
Ah, there she is. The demanding drama queen that I know.
Biting my lip, I sit down. I tell myself its out of curiosity to what she wants to say, and not me being afraid of her.
"Despite what you know, we've agreed to stop for your sake. So you can come back home, sweethear
