YOU ARE MINE

I hate onions

~I hate onions

I managed to make it home safely without running over any wolves. The front porch lights were on, meaning my mom was home already. Hopefully, she didn't find out about what happened today at school. What the hell am I thinking of course she knows!! Nothing can slip away from her, she’s knows everyone in this small damn town and nearly everyone knows her.  I let out sigh with cold air spilling out from my lips. I might as well just go in and get it over with. I gulped once as I opened the door to my doom. There’s no turning back now i thought miserably .

“Hi! Mom” I said turning my voice as sweet and creamy as I can. But that was all soiled with spice and sour.

“DON’T YOU HEY MOMMA ME” Well that blew up in my face. I closed the door behind me and headed to the hell hole that we call the kitchen. My mom stood there with her red apron around her waist as she was chopping onions. This is not good....I HATE ONIONS!!.

“So im guessing you heard about what happened at school” i muttered enough for her to hear. She narrowed her eyes at me as she did one  last chop on the onions. “Yes, yes i did” she said scraping the onions off the wooden board and on to the pan.

“Okay to be fair that guy was a total jackass, mom” I groaned. i knew the blame.game wasn’t going to work but its worth a shot. She took off her apron laying it on the counter next to one an old antique of a rooster. She didn’t say a word and instead pointed at the chair.

I hung my head low and sat down as she instructed me to. “Usted sabe que no importa quién lo hizo, es importante que quedó atrapado”(1) She said speaking in her native tongue. I understood what she meant, it didn’t matter who done it. The fact is, I’m the one who got caught in the whole fiasco.

“¿Entiendes?(2) She asked.

I nodded my head wordlessly as she patted my thigh. “Okay, so um...do i really have to eat whatever your cooking with the onions” I said giving her a waveringly grin.

“No, It’s for our kind neighbors, Mr and Mrs Wolfe family. You know the ones who own those  houses that are way out in the woods” She smiled.  

“Why are you cooking for them for” I grumbled crossing my arms.

“Well, why not? I’m really good friends with Martha. She makes this delicious cheesecake that she gave me and she really likes my salsa” she said walking to the the sink, rinsing her hand from the nasty stench of onians.

“If they’re such good people then how did they create such an awful son” I said putting a bit venom in my words.

“ You’re talking about Josh? Yes, he is bit hard to handle. But his parents said he’s going through something” She shrugged

“What is  he going through to cause him to be such a jerk?” I rolled my eyes. He’s not having any problems. He has nice family, he’s obviously not ugly since practically every girl wants him for his.

“ I don’t know honey, I didn’t want be too much in her business. You understand?” She said wiping her hands with a rag. I’ll let it go for now its not like I care what goes on with Josh life and I don’t have no reason to be involved with it anyway. “Well I’m  going to go up in my room and finish my homework” I sighed. I have a ton of calculus homework and English writing so I’d probably be up until midnight to finish it all up.

“Wait Sammy, I’m going to go visit Martha for an hour or so, are you sure you don't want to come? She said. I shook my head and was about to continue up the stairs when the doorbell rang.  Closer to the door, I opened it. A women with short blond hair and wearing only a light  sweater against the freezing cold stood there smiling.  “Uh...hi” I said awkwardly .

“Martha! I thought I was going to visit you” My mom said popping up from behind me.

“I was already passing by here, I hope you don’t mind I brought my husband and son along” She said with an apologetic grin. Fuck my life. I was not going to eat dinner with them!! The parents I can deal with but there donkey butt of a son. NO I WON'T! I snuck away as my mom let Martha in. I have to hurry up the stairs before she sees-

“Samantha, bajar las escaleras y cenar con nosotros (3).” She said stopping at me at my  mid track.

Yeah, Samantha come down and eat with us” I turned around to see an arrogant smirk across his face. I clenched my fist and tried to put my utmost fake smile. “It great to see you again...Josh” I smiled.

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Translation to english for those who don't know much about Spanish (neither do I XD) 

(1) You know that it doesn't matter who started, what matters who got caught

(2) Understand

(3) Samantha come down the stairs and eat with us

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