Mom left after I pleaded with her to. Amy remained locked in her bathroom no doubt crying. I should of kicked mom out cause Amy wasn't ugly fat or unmannered. I knocked but got no answer. Worry set in till the lock clicked and a washed Amy came out. She grabbed a pain pill and walked out. Following I looked at her sagged shoulders and felt shitty. As she walked in the kitchen she didn't greet the guys or look up. Grabbing a bottle of water she walked out ignoring the food and calls for her to come eat. She headed back to her room and we followed. Getting her suitcase out she sadly packed keeping quiet the whole time.
My f*****g mom needed to stop butting into my life but we came up with a test to make sure Amy was not a gold digger.
"Amy what are you doing?"
Turning I saw red puffy chee
