Blossom's POV
I loath walking into the house but I had to whether it was today or tomorrow or next year.
I had to face her.
It was 5:45 in the P.M when I walked through the door. Brooke was still sitting on the couch, wiping her eyes with a tissue, my mother stood next to her.
Her eyes traveled to me as I entered and closed the door behind me.
"Good evening, ma."
"I want the truth and I want it now!" she immediately started. Although I was expecting this, I was still startled by her tone. It was something I've never gotten use to because I hated yelling.
Brooke took it upon herself to leave right afterwards.
If looks could have killed, she'll be dead walking out that door.
"You were with that boy, weren't you!?" my mother yelled again.
"And so what if I was?" I sassed.
