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How To Turn A Good Girl Bad

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No I'm not better but I do however feel really guilty so I managed to force myself to write this, and I don't think I can do it again. I'm really sorry, I know it's not nearly long enough, but it will have to do.

 

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How To Turn A Good Girl Bad:

 

 

Step Fifteen: You Give The Good Girl A Hug:

 

 

Okay this could not be happening. All my words were stuck in my throat. I was torn in two. Half of me desperately wanted to run to them, wrap my arms around them into a tight hug, and never let go so they couldn’t ever leave again. Yet the other half of me just wanted to scream obstinacies at them until my throat was sore. What I did however was stand there mutely staring at the two people in front of me with a dumbstruck expression on my face.

“Well then? Aren’t you even going to try explaining to me why I had to cancel a very important business meeting to come home because my already more than responsible daughter, or at least so I thought, was suspended!” She shrieked at me.

Okay now I’m pretty sure I wanted to scream at her more than hug her now. I didn’t ask for her to cancel her oh so important meeting! She didn’t even cancel any meetings for my birthday! Shouldn’t I be the one with the right to be mad? Yet somehow I still found myself feeling guilty.

“I-” I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. I licked my lips nervously.

“Darling, let’s wait until we’re inside, I’m cold.” My father spoke for the first time. For once I was slightly grateful for his lack of caring. He made his way inside nodding at me. “Hi sweetie.” He dropped a small kiss on my cheek.

Trust my dad. I thought rolling my eyes inwardly. He was the only person in the world who could be completely oblivious to my mother’s rage, and act like nothing’s happening. That was what I used to think made them so perfect for each other. My mother overreacted, whilst my father under reacted. They cancelled each other out fairly well.

“So?” My mother continued, glaring at my father.

I said nothing; instead I opted to chew on my lip, hoping that something would happen to distract her. No such luck. All my silence accomplished was to anger her further.

“I have never in my life been more embarrassed!” She shrilled. “I wouldn’t even expect this kind of behaviour from Rebecca, let alone you!” I felt a surge of anger again. Why did they have to have such high expectations of me? I gritted my teeth; it would only fuel her rage to point it out now.

“Honey, where’s the sugar kept?” I heard my dad call from the kitchen, followed by sounds of cabinets opening and closing. “Never mind I found it!”

My mother’s glare didn’t once waver from me, as I remained standing at the foot of the stairs. I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. “Not only did my Daughter get suspended though, but she was also DRINKING underage!” My mother found more reason to yell at me. I winced.

I was kind of hoping she didn’t know about that.

“Drinking, vandalising, stealing, what made you think for a moment you were going to get away with that?!” She screamed as she listed off my offences.

Maybe the fact you’re never here! My heart twisted painfully. What right had she to be yelling at me when she wasn’t even there to stop me like she should have been? I clenched my jaw, no words able to find their way out. It was as if I had suddenly become mute.

I swallowed harshly, trying to get rid of the lump that was fast forming in my throat. Why was it that I hadn’t cried in years, yet one minute of yelling from my mother had me wanting to burst out into tears? She surely wasn’t that frightening. She was skinny and tall, the perfect combination for an evil character in a movie, but this wasn’t a movie. I remember how kind and loving she used to be, not to say she didn’t have a temper, but it had never been this bad.

“And to make the whole thing worse, you got yourself caught on video footage. I was so ashamed to admit that you were my daughter, when I got the call.” I pressed my lips together, forcing myself not to cry. Unfortunately a tear escaped against my will. But she didn’t even notice as she continued onwards. “And then they sent the recording, and I had to watch you make a fool out of yourself and us!”

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