The Pink Clip

She's coming... I can hear her footsteps. I know she's here. *door creaked open* Oh, God! She's coming. "What the hell are you doing, Steffi? Wake up!" I covered my ears and pretended that I know nothing, that I heard nothing. "Damn it, Steffi! Wake up!" Her footsteps ring louder and nearer and, I felt her hand buried deep down my scalp as she pulls my hair tightly. I refused to open my eyes, trying to ignore the pain. "Why do you still wear that clip?! Throw that away!" Her nails buried deep down my scalp as she pulled away from the clip. That made me come to my senses. I opened my eyes and looked for my clip. "How many times have I told you not to wear that f*****g clip again? s**t! You're so f*****g hardheaded!" I've tried not to cry, but my eyes betrayed me as a fountain of tears started rolling down. "I wish that... I wish that you were not my mother. I regret being your daughter. That's the worst thing that ever happened to me." Those words escaped my lips. Before I knew it, her hand landed on the left side of my cheek. I fell to my knees because of the great impact of the slap. I felt saltiness in my mouth, and it hurts. Not the slap, nor the blood in my lips, but the way my mom has changed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~