ABELLA'S P.O.V.
INTERCALL: Abella Desrosiers for checkout.
Terrible timing, Dustin..
Abella: You never said anything about checking me out, Dustin..
Dustin: Welp, the plan's changed. She's meeting us earlier.
Abella: Who is this she? Would it happen to be a lady friend?! Did you tell her you're a total lady killer or?
Dustin: Hey, hey! You better zip it, you twat. Or else I'll have to be a literal lady killer.
I miss this. I haven't felt this in so long; just the light joking around mood. Dustin sure is a great brother..
Abella: Seriously, though, who is she?
Silence.
Abella: Dustin, who is she?
SIlence.
Abella: Dustin stop joking around.
Silence.
Abella: Who the fu-
Dustin: We're here. Hop on out, detective.
Abella: A cafe..? What do I look like here, some kind of third wheel?
Dustin: Be serious, Abella.
We started walking in the cafe and I kept thinking to myself, "Totally not gonna be serious. Mission embarrass Dustin in front of his girlfriend commence."
Everything changed when I saw who was sitting at that table...
Abella: Lisa..?
Lisa: Yes, sweetie, it's me. It's so good to see you! And lisa?! Try mom, you heathen.
She hugged me and I just stared at the wall to the cafe wide and glass eyed. What was going on? Why was here? Why would Dustin even bring me here? Everything felt as if it were in slow motion.
Dustin: Sit down, Bella.
I mindlessly sat down at the end of the booth across from lisa who seemed far too happy to see me.
Abella: W-why are you here, mom..?
Lisa: Bell baby.. You're my only daughter, I miss you! Look, doll, you were young and naive when we had that falling out about..
she leaned in and lowered er voice so only Dustin and I could hear her
Lisa: Chris, you know.. But I know you were just going through a tough time and probably just wanted the attention so i forgive you!
Dustin: Mom are you fucking serious?
Abella: Dustin, quiet.
Dustin: But, Bella,
Abella: DUSTIN SHUT UP.
Have you ever been so angry you start shaking and get the overwhelming urge to do something not only drastic, but extremely violent?
I stood up.
I looked at her.
I looked at her for what felt like an eternity before..
Abella: GO FUCKING HOME.
I looked around, what felt like 20 million pairs of judge mental eyes gazed back at me, soaking up all the drama that had just unfolded before them. Heh, they were oblivious to the real situation. They probably just thought I was a spoiled brat. I wonder if they realize I think that they're nosy pricks..? I don't know what's clicking in me all of a sudden, but I just decided I don't wanna be in here any longer. I don't wanna be in this room. I took what little bit of pride I had left, and jolted out of the cafe as fast as my weak legs could carry me.
