Frolicking with the werewolf

CELIA’S POV "I'm leaving." This was the first word that came out of my mother's mouth when I opened the door. "What??" I said to her, stunned, confused. "What do you mean you're leaving?" I asked her. She walked into the house and shut the door behind her. She took my hands in hers, and the next words she said to me completely broke me. "Cecilia, I'm leaving you to stay with your dad. I just got a job offer across the continent, and let's just say I have worked my ass off the last couple of years to get here," she said to me with a hint of excitement in her eyes, but her tone said otherwise. "Unbelievable," I spat and ran up into my room. I could feel my mother walking about, contemplating on what to do, but I didn't really care. I just felt hurt that she didn't run after me. I can't believe this. All my life, my mom has been right here, but I never even got to see her. I only saw her once in three months due to her job, and now, it's even worse. I don't get to see her except once a year, which is either on Christmas or New Years. Every day I live, I feel rage, I feel hatred, I feel hurt, and the worst part of it all is that it came from my only family. My mom and dad got separated when I was six due to my mom being a workaholic. Till date, she still doesn't see that she's buried into her work. I wake up every day on my way to school seeing little kids being dropped off by their parents. They get a little kiss on the head, exchange the whole sympathy crap, like I shouldn't be getting those for all the hard work I put into my school work to make my parents proud. But here I am, getting hurt day after day by the decisions my parents make whenever they forget they have a child. I sat by my room window. I needed air. I had never felt this way in my life. It felt as if my world came crashing down, and I was stuck with this. There was no solution. That was what I hated about it all. I couldn't stop what decision my mother makes. I heard a knock on my door. I knew it was my mom; if it wasn't her, then probably a burglar because I didn't have any friends or family that often or even came by at all. "It's open," I said after the second knock. I cleaned my eyes and sat backing her direction so she couldn't see my face. "Cee..." mom said in her persuading voice. "I know this news is tough, but I've been struggling to tell you all week. I couldn't bring myself to the terms that we were going to be away from each other like a really long distance," she added. "You knew all this while? A whole week," I scoffed at her. "Darling, it was really hard for me. Plus, I even had to call your dad, and we haven't even spoken for the past 11 years, and out of the blue, I'm ringing his line. Cee, I knew this day would come; I knew this fight was going to be tough, but one thing I knew was that even though I wasn't here always, you sure did a great job turning out as a wonderful woman," mom said. "You called dad? You're moving out without me? You've got a job promotion? What's next, you're going to put me in an orphanage?" I scoffed at her. "No dear, you're actually going to be staying with your dad from now on," she said plainly. I couldn't detect emotions. I wanted all these to be a huge prank and for her to just shout, "I'm just pulling your legs, Cee, I'd never leave you even though I act like I don't love you," but it wasn't. It was happening so fast, and the pace was as serious as a Greek tragedy. "I'm moving in with Dad? The same dad you didn't let me be in contact with for 11 years, Mom. You need help. Please leave my room," I said coldly to my mom. "You have no right to speak to me like that, young lady. I am your mother; I know what's best for you. I know this is going to be hard; change is hard, but you just got to do it anyway. I'm frightened as well, but I'm not disrespecting you. I believe you're a reasonable adult, and we can both have a conversation," my mom replied. "You know what? You got it all wrong," I said turning towards mom. "I'm not an adult; least you forget I'm a seventeen-year-old child who was forced to grow up by herself without the help of a mother and father figure. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask you to give me the world; all I asked was for a family who actually loved me. But I guess not everybody is a winner; at least I learned that. I'm a child, Mom, I need my family, and here I am growing farther apart from the same family. Well, great job. And since you don't want to leave, you can stay; I'll see my way out; you pretty much own this place," I said to her walking towards the door. "Cecilia, please don't do this; I do everything for you. You have no idea how hard it is working to pay bills, working to take care of your grandparents, working to send you to the best school and also for you to go to the best universities and..." "That's my point; we never had any of this conversation so why now do we have to do it?" I asked her. "Well, let's just say life happens and things change, either for the best or for the worse. I'll give you your space; you don't have to leave; I just don't appreciate your tone. I am still your mother and whatever I say stands. Your dad will be here tomorrow because your flight is by 6 pm," my mom added and left. I stood there stunned; what was happening? I had never wished so much for the ground to open up and swallow me. I was moving to Middle-fall, with Dad, tomorrow. I was stunned. I didn't know what else to do. Mom's words kept ringing in my head. Maybe change was good. I can't be this way anymore; Cecilia has always hoped that if one day Mom came home, and we spent some time bonding, talking about school and how perfect my life is, she'd never leave me; she'd love me and stay with me and appreciate me, but that day never came, and I'm sure it would never come, so why am I still holding on to the fantasies in my head. Enough of this BS; I know how to curse, but I'm being age-appropriate because I need a mother who is proud of her daughter, but that doesn't seem to work. I'm done with this good girl scheme; enough of Cecilia; she gets bullied, rejected, ignored, worst of it all, her parents think she's a child. I need a new me. This has to be my new rebirth. I thought to myself. Love is a lie; it doesn't exist, and Celia doesn't believe that crap. "Celia," I mouthed. It wasn't a bad name. She was different; she did what she wanted. I vouch that I wouldn't be this boring goodie-too-shoes anymore; I'm a badass who doesn't care what opinions her parents have about her decisions. Middle-fall would be a chance at a do-over and not for me to get good grades and be polite. I'm done with all of that, and they all die here and end here. Mom really did this to me; she broke me, and I hope she is happy with what she had unleashed upon herself. I was tired of all the facades; I was tired of all the emotions I hid, the nights of sleeping alone. I was tired of it all, and if this was what she wants, well, congratulations; she has gotten exactly what she ordered. I drifted into sleep thinking of how Celia would have a great and fun life, trying out things teenagers would do that she stopped herself from doing. The dream was wonderful, and it felt as though I shouldn't wake up from it.