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

IDCAT Ch. 5

"Oh on the contrary I will though. I thought we had established that I will tolerate you in my house as long as you stay in your own fucking business Heike", I seethed. But before anyone could interrupt I continued, slowly stalking towards her, closing in on my prey.

"Believe me, you don't want to do this with an audience. But you already know how the saying goes, don't you?", I tilted my head to the side, a cruel smile finding it's way onto my face, "As long as you are living under my roof, you will live by my rules!"The end of my sentence just an icy hiss of my voice.

As my eyes roamed her face for her reaction, I saw what I wanted to see. Utter humiliation. I had shown her up in front of strangers, guests of our house and demonstrated who really was in charge in this house. I had a right to. I had paid the bills and the loan for the house. It really was mine.

Satisfied, I backed up again and leaned against the door. "Simon", he seemed startled that I had acknowledged him directly.

"Yes?", came his immediate response. Confident, I thought, I could work with that. " I'm sure won't mind sharing the room with my mother, the two of you seem quite comfortable with each other," I observed how they stood so closely to each other and how he had a comforting hand on her shoulder, "How'd that happen anyways?"

Heike paled at my question, where as Simon seemed oblivious to the fact that he was playing right into my hands.

"I don't really remember the date or anything but your mother seemed very distraught when I met her and we kind of just talked for weeks," I raised my brows at that tiny piece of info and my gaze flickered over to my mother, before I put my focus back on Simon, "Then after about four weeks she just up and left and only dropped an adress and her phone number on the kitchen table. We have been in concact the whole time, but the last I saw of her was quite some time ago. But how is that relevant?"

The question was obviously directed at me, but I was zeroing in on my mother once again, "so you just assumed that I would find a way to pay all the bills while you were gone?", I hissed quietly, well aware that she and anybody else in this room could hear me, " You just fucking left me here with a fucking five year old mother! I was ten! Ten! What were you even- And then you go and play happy family with some stranger! I can't even-" Biting my tongue, I clenched my fists and slowly let the anger drain from my face.

Chuck used to tell me that anything that couldn't be seen on my face wasn't valid. Kind of a way to trick my own brain into calming down.

Shaking my head once, I put on a tight grin and put up my hands in surrender, "you know what? I'm not doing this. I'm done. Like really done. Do what you want but don't even try to include me. Im going-" I cut myself off again and just left the room, ignoring the gaping faces of the famous boyband, the sorrowful frown of my sister and the conflicted glare my mother was sending me, opposed to the blank one I got from Simon.

I rushed upstairs, pulling my backpak from my wardrobe and dropping it on the bed. I quickly pulled my clothes out and threw them into it, grabbing stuff left and right, not really seeing what I was doing.

That went on for quite some time until I let out a frustrated scream and fell back onto my bed.