Emma
A frown crosses my face, shaking my head slowly as though I had just stumbled upon a secret. “So you'll throw your child out?” I bit out in a harsh tone.
She matches my glare with a defiant look in her eyes. “Yes, not when you're acting out of control,” she snaps at me.
“Is that it?” I ask. “Or there's more?”
Her eyes flash in rage. “Don't get on my nerves. You'll do exactly as I say or-
I walk out on her, listening to her feels exhausting.
“Emma,” her voice rings out. “Don't you dare walk out on me!”
I ignore her tantrums, walking down the hallway where my room is located. I wrap my fingers around the knob and push it open.
Inside, I slam the door shut. My mother still thinks I am a baby, one she could control. It's exhausting and frustrating listening to her endless complain
