It Doesn't Change A Thing.. ( 1D ) Editing

IDCAT Ch. 5

I was almost out of the door, when Heike seemed to snap out of it, "Emma, wait! Come back for a second." Crossing my arms, I moved halfway into the doorway and waited for her to talk.

She seemed hesitant at first before something resembling determination crossed her face and she spoke up, "These boys are going to need a room to stay in Emma and Simon will be using our guest room-"

"That doesn't concern me in the slightest mother, seeing as these people are your guests. They won't be getting my room, if that's what you're hinting at. Over my dead body," I cut her off, clenching my hands into fists.

Heike went to object but closed her mouth, seeming to think over her words, before starting again, "they'll only be here until their bus is fixed, why can't you just let them borrow your room! Seriously, that's so egoistical-" By then I had drowned her out, trying to keep calm. Was she fucking serious? What did she know about being selfless?

She didn't even seem to realize that she was pushing steadily into my danger zone, my temper rising even quicker than it normally did. Loredana seemed to catch on though and quickly interrupted our mothers monologue, grabbing her hands.

"Mom! Just let them stay in my room! It's bigger anyways and I can just stay over at Nadine's." Her words were rushed and slightly mumbled but it was clear as day that she kept glancing at me, or specifically, my shaking hands, which were now clenching and unclenching on their own accord.

Sadly she made it so obvious, that even our guests caught on and watched me with curious expressions.

Knowing I would lose my last bit of self restraint if she were to utter another word, I excused myself and slammed the living room door behind me. I would've gone upstairs to my room to let off some steam on my punchingbag, but I wanted to make sure that she didn't give those guys my room.

So I just paced through the hall, trying to think positive thoughts and to suppress the urge to smash the glassdoor. I was also trying to stop myself from hyperventilating, but who is counting my problems, right?

After a few seconds the door opened again and my sister joined me.

"That was a bitch move of her," she muttered, obviously upset about the fact that out mother and I couldn't seem to get along, at all.

I just shrugged, "yes, it was. Not really that surprising though, was it." There was no need for Dana to respond.

"I know." She didn't say anything else, just that and pulled me into her arms, keeping me close to her even as I tensed up. I wasn't too fond of body contact.

Eventually I began to relax into her embrace and wrapped my arms around her waist, nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck, like she had done so many times when she was smaller, claiming that I smelled like mom.

Gradually, my hands stopped shaking and I started to calm down, relishing in this rare moment of affection between my little sister and I. Patting her on the back, so she would release me, I took one last deep breath before she let go of me and took a cautious look at my face, which was once again void of emotion.