FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter 27

"It's been nearly a month and you haven't even bothered to call your own mother?"

Charla gave a sceptic look even though her own mother couldn't see it. I could say the same thing Mom. "Getting settled took longer then I thought." She said while resting her left heel along the edge of her chair. "And need I remind you that in the past any time I would call you'd tell me to not to do that because you were busy or someone else picks up. So, there would be no point in calling."

Her mother didn't respond, showing Charla was right.

"Why are you calling me?" Charla asked again. "It's because of your job, isn't it?"

Her mother scoffed again, this time sounding angrier. "You always do that, I'm only calling to see how you were and that you were staying out of trouble."

And there it was. The actual reason for her call.

"And what kind of trouble do you think I'd be in? If you really wanted an update you could have just asked Dad." She told her mother now feeling angry. "What exactly do you think I've done?"

"Well considering what you've done in your pervious school I suppose it should be obvious." Her words cut deep reminding Charla what she had to put up with the previous year, and in what she had done in her blacked-out state to one of those who deserved to be hurt. "After all, with your violent outburst I wanted to hear if anything has changed, since you never did seem to have any friends there. Unlike your brother."

Charla said nothing, her head now throbbing even more along the base of her skull, she just wanted her mother to stop talking, to stop bringing up the past and talking about her brother.

"Then again, he never had to try," she continued. "He was so good at many things, it's a wonder why you never turned out like him."

"Shut up..." Charla muttered so quietly that her mother wouldn't be able to hear.

"What was that?" her mother demanded. "Don't mumble when you talk. Honestly no wonder you had such an issue in school and unable to make friends."

Rage sparked. "And how the hell would you know?!" Charla seethed as she shot up from her seat. "You were never there, and all that talk about me not having friends it doesn't take a person with a phycology degree to actually notice why. I'm glad that I left that damned school and those people, the ones who kept bullying me, telling me to kill myself and physically hurt my all the while you kept playing appearances with your job got what they deserved. Honestly, I'm disappointed you never noticed." She threw her mother's words right back at her with monotone detachment. "You want to know if I've done anything to incriminate myself in this town then the answer is no. There, now you have it. Next time you want to know about me ask Dad, since I know he at least gives a damn about my existence."

"How dare---" Charla hung up before her mother even had the chance to say anything back, too angry to care and too tired to deal with such a condescending mother.

Her phone rang, her mother was calling her back, but she hit the decline button on her phone, moments later her mother called again but Charla did the same thing and this time turned off her phone all together. But her anger still seething, boiling with rage, she needed to get rid of it some way, and she had an idea as to how.

To hell with the rest of her homework, she could finish it later or at school if needed. Quickly Charla changed out of her clothes and into her sweats before heading downstairs where Nina was. "I'm heading out for a bit," she said quickly as she tied her hair back in a low ponytail.