My works #12 //.
Part One : All I've ever wanted was to be Accepted, rather by others close to me or even just my mom.
Part Two : It's just some things in life that you have to learn to accept, whether it's disapproval from ones close to you, a per...
I must be hella petty cause y'all be paranoid over everybody. *jue talks to rocks* "I'm watching you bitch" 😭
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Evi.
I took a deep inhale, glancing up at the familiar, bricked house. My breathing nearly hitched in my throat as memories came flooding in my mind. I rose my fist up to the painted, wooden door to knock but never made the motion to.
I pulled my bag closer to my body, taking another breathing session before trying to resume. I went back into the same knocking position as a couple of seconds ago but actually faintly knocked this time.
I woke up this morning with my tummy in knots just thinking about seeing the face of my mom again after so long. I didn't know what to expect -happiness, hate, maybe even disownment. Trinity had the day off and offered to drive me but I declined -wanting to take a bus instead to see old parts of the city I missed.
It wasn't long before the bus made its route and stopped a few blocks down from the house -as it always did. Now, here I stood in front of my old house where my mom still resides at.
I didn't hear any sound of movement nor unlocking so I went to knock again, just a bit harder this time. I looked back and around the block, wondering if she even still lived here. Was this a good idea? Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
While the doubts ran tiredly through my mind, I almost missed the sound of the door unlocking. I turned forward and the door opened only slightly. I looked at her as she looked at me. Trinity wasn't lying about what she said a couple months ago, she did look like she was going down.
She looked like she aged ten years when it's only been half that time. It could be because she wasn't wearing any heavy makeup, which she did everyday faithfully before even just walking around the house.
"Evi?" She asked raspily, raising a shaking hand to her mouth. I nodded and sighed, shuffling my feet a bit.
"May I come in?" I asked and she opened the door wider, hinting I could. I stepped inside, the smell of grits and bacon hitting my nose and instantly caused my stomach to grumble. I skipped breakfast.
She closed and locked the door back and went to the couch across from me, sitting down. The clock on the kitchen's wall ticking could be heard as neither one of us said anything. I pushed my hair behind my ears as she held an unknowingly look.
Sighing, I finally started to say, "I know you probably hate me but -"
"I don't hate you." She interrupted softly and I met eyes with her.
