Chemically stringed (Dysfunctional hearts)

chapter twenty

I don't remember how I got to my room last night, and I'm sure I slept on the floor yet opening my eyes into the morning, I find myself on my bed safely tucked under the covers  and without doubt I know its Definitely my moms handwork. Sitting up, and rubbing my throbbing forehead due to hangover, I look up to see a short shadow like figure standing so still before my bed so I fish for my glasses on my bed stand to put it on since my eyes are failing me at the moment but without doubt I already know who it Is. My mom

"Hey mom" I say casually to stall the Impending tornado on its way a little bit longer "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Its Saturday"

"Oh!" I forgot "But you should have gone jogging with dad by now so why are you home?" Of course I know why

"Jogging has been done and dusted a while ago but I sent your dad and your sister to go get groceries today because I need to talk to you alone" She goes straight to the point and takes a sit on the edge of my bed facing me "You know what so don't pretend with me. I'm getting worried about you Belle"

I frown trying not to flinch at the sound of the name 'Belle' because even if my looks have changed, it still brings bad memories "Why mom?" I ask the obvious and brace myself for the talk to begin

"I'm worried about this new phase you've gotten into" She hits the nail softly giving me a concerned look "First the partying, then you dye your hair and start wearing skimpy clothing's, now you return home drunk? this is so unlike you and its getting me worried"

"Mom please this is my last year in highschool and I need to have fun so whats wrong with that? besides, you were the one who asked me to become social and mingle remember?" I recall her words vividly "and I became social and mingled So whats the problem now?"

"I asked you to socialise not to start getting drunk." She replies sternly "I wanted you to go out more often and date boys but not like this. Returning home drunk Isn't exactly setting a standard its actually irresponsible and I haven't raised you to become this irresponsible"

Okay, my anger starting to pick, I raise my voice ignoring the banging in my head that seeks a serene silence "So what have you raised me to be other than a reading machine who wins t trophies because that's when you're proud of me and now that I'm having fun I'm irresponsible? "

My mom gives me a shocked and hurt look for a bit before speaking "So now you're raising your voice on me now? and what do you mean by we raised you to be a reading machine?"

"I'm not raising my voice, I'm making my voice heard and I said what I said" I look away from her not to feel guilty of my accusation

She sighs standing up and drops her hands on her waste sternly "Honey your dad and I have raised you the best way we can. We've never forced you to do anything rather we've only backed you up as good parents. You took to always reading because you love reading and If I wasn't concerned I wouldn't ask you to have a social life"

"If you respect my decision so much and back me up on my choices then let me live my life the way I want to. Stop being all up in my business because you're suffocating me, and stop entering me room unannounced" I decide hoping that she'll heed and go away

But my relentless mother doesn't budge "I cant not be up in your business because I'm your mother who loves you and wants whats best for you. This path you're trailing Isn't right for you and I cant stand back and watch you continue to be irresponsible honey why cant you understand? your sister looks up to you so is this the new example you're setting for her?" She stresses hard

"I'm an adult so let me be what I want to be and if I make mistakes let them be my mistakes not yours" I insist stubbornly

"I get that you're and adult but you don't know what you don't know so let me be a source of wisdom to you and listen to me when I tell you this, don't blow everything up that may be good for you in this phase of yours because you will regret it"