Excuse Me, I Quit!

Pink Clouds

Annie

I quickly opened the front door and went inside. But, unfortunately, tonight did not go the way I imagined it would. But it wasn't as bad as I thought it would go, either.

After I got that phone call from Brent, I thought I'd be spending all night facing down on my pillow, sobbing my heart out. But instead, I had Evan threatening Brent with me as his accomplice. What kind of bizarre situation is this?

I never thought Evan was my friend or he even cared about me. But tonight felt different. It felt like he was protecting me, and it felt good. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was just a rare incident where Evan acted kindly towards me. Tomorrow we go back to our normal selves and he becomes a jerk again.

But he called me cute...

I thought about what he had said earlier, and it made me smile again. He probably didn't mean it at all, but hearing those words coming out of his mouth made me happy. I was in the pink clouds.

"What do you think you are doing, coming home at this hour, dressed up like a w***e?" I froze as I heard my mom's voice behind me. I only went up a couple of steps when she caught me.

"I..it's not that late, mom. It's only ten pm, and this dress is not even revealing!" I protested meekly, but I immediately realized I shouldn't have done that. But I felt like I had to defend the first gift Evan gave me.

I loved the dress. It was my most favorite gift in the world.

Mom stood up and walked towards me slowly. She had a calm expression on her face which scared me even more than her bitchy self. It was the calm before the storm.

"Are you back talking to me, child?" she asked slowly. Her eyes were glowing as she stared into mine.

"No...I was just saying..." I started to say, but stopped as she suddenly grabbed my bun and yanked it as hard as she could.

"Ahhh! OW! That really hurt, mommy!" I screamed. It felt like she ripped all of my hair out as the sharp pain engulfed me.

"You think you can do whatever you want in this house, you little b***h?" she screamed in my ears, not letting go of my hair.

"No, mom, please. I didn't mean that. I never said that!" I cried. Tears streamed down my face, and the giddy feelings I had felt earlier washed away.

She pushed me towards the staircase and let go of my hair. I fell and hit my head on the wooden railing. It must've been a hard hit because I saw stars. I checked my glasses Evan gave me. It wasn't broken. Thank god. He wouldn't buy me a new pair and would probably think I was dumb for losing another pair.

"Go upstairs and lock yourself in your room. I don't want to see your ugly face the rest of the night," she barked.

Good. That works just fine for me, I thought, and dragged myself upstairs. This night just went from bad to kind of good to bad again. I just can't catch a break, can I?

I looked at myself in the mirror. What a mess! My hair was disheveled, and tears stained my face. I got a cut on my forehead from falling on the wooden railing. It was bleeding slightly. I slowly washed my face and cleaned my wound.

My head throbbed with dull pain. Maybe I had a concussion, but there was no way to know.

Just a few more years, then I get to leave this hell hole, I thought.