Oh yeah, I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or any of the characters, the plot is totally a work of my twisted little mind.....
Okay for the patient & dedicated few, the continuation of Movie Night begins here. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1: Under Her Roof
Will's POV, Saturday Morning
It had been such a great night. We were all happily relaxing and eating pizza. When mom came home unexpectedly. Let's just say it wasn't hard to guess what had been going on...the place hadn't aired out yet.
As soon as she had walked in, I knew her trip had not gone well. Her dark eggplant colored pants suit was ruffled and wrinkled. Her normally shiny, wavy hair hung wet and limp about her face, her eyes were dark and she didn't have on speck of makeup She looked like she'd had a bucket of water poured on her then been kicked off a moving bus. When she came into the apartment, dragging her huge bag and two days earlier than expected, she already had an unhappy look on her face as hergazeswepttheroom.
She was pissed...to say the least, kicking everyone out and calling the other parents before they could get home. To make sure that everyone knew about 'the situation'.
Irma and Caleb were the last to walk out the door. As it closed my mom leaned on the frame and shook her head at me. Her only words at the time, "Go to your room, I can't talk to you right now."
I felt my stomach sink lower than my knees and slunk into my room. I ended up staring at the ceiling most of the night because of my fears of the morning...additionally I was pretty tired and sore from everything Matt and I had done. All that combined to keep me awake until after four-thirty, then somehow managed to finally fall into a fit-filled sleep, trapped in dreams full of horrible shrieking crones.
When my mom got up and went into the kitchen to make her morning coffee, I wasn't awake yet. But she thought I was.
"Will, I know you're up so stop pretending to be asleep and get in here." Her voice rasped over the sound of the coffee pot.
I was still groggy and her voice barely cut through the fog in my head, to pull me slowly awake.
"Will!" she yelled, growing impatient with me, "You have one minute to get in here!"
My response was automatic, something instinctual in my brain made me move faster than I would have thought possible without conscious thought. My body rolled from the bed and I covered the distance from my room to the kitchen before I could open my eyes.
In the kitchen, I tried and failed to open my eyes, it was too bright. It felt like it was burning my retinas out. I sank into a chair, with my head in my hands and waited for my mind to tell my body it was awake. The cool thing about being so tired and sleepy was I realized while sitting there, I didn't have the needed energy or brain power to care how much she yelled.
Or so I thought.
"I trusted you," she started, her voice almost calm, but not quite. "I trusted and you and look what you go and do! What in the world were you thinking Will? Is this what you do every time I leave? Is this the real you? Cause I don't know you right now."
Tiredly, I shook my head 'no', but remained silent.
"Don't just sit there, young lady! Answer me...explain yourself, say something!" Her tone was edged with ice, something she usually reserved for my dad.
I wondered if there was anything I could say or do to not push her over the edge. Her ire was just barely contained beneath the surface, like a mine field ready to explode. With what she'd walked into it was probably a lost cause, but I had to try to explain.
I lifted my head and gave her my most pleading look and began, "Mom, I didn't mean to break your trust-"
She cut me off before I even had a chance to begin, "Oh that's good, 'cause it's not just broken its crumbled to bits. You've totally betrayed what I thought we had."
"I've been dating Matt for more than two years! I love him, I truly love him! Why is that a betrayal of your trust? Aren't relationships supposed t grow and deepen? Why are you trying to treat me like an infant?"
"I am not treating you like an infant, you're just too young to be having sex! ...I just knew Irma was a going to be a bad influence on you!"
Whoa, that one took my breath away...now she's blaming my friends? I could feel my temper starting to rise, it just wasn't fair, she conveniently overlooks the lies she's told me about her and Mr. Collins.
"Mom that's so not fair, you can't blame Irma for my choice! I have my own mind! Heck, Matt's been wanting sex for more than a year, but I waited until I was ready."
"See that's just my point: YOU'RE. NOT. READY! You're a sixteen year old girl, who wants to do what her friends are doing and you're not ready for those kinds of decisions or consequences.
"Oh! So you really want to blame my friends! Make them bad influences...well what about you and Mr. Collins? You don't see your influence on me? At least Irma and Caleb are married!"
My mom stared at me momentarily dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open. She knows it still bothers me how she lied to me about seeing him in the beginning and even now she's still seeing him but pretends they're not having sex – yeah right.
Angry beyond my ability to control, I kept going...she started it and I'm not backing down.
"Oh, come on mom, I see his 'happy walk' in school after your 'longer' dates so I'm not buying the line about it being so innocent and friendly. Not unless you mean friends with benefits...So what kind of influence are you? You lie to me constantly and you're sleeping with your 'friend'...it looks like I'm just doing what I see you doing," I taunted.
I never saw the hand that landed on my jaw, but long after the stars in my eyes cleared, the throbbing pain stayed. Now I knew how Taranee had felt the time her mother slapped her over Nigel. Something beyond trust was broken with that hit - beyond the physical pain was a greater deeper pain that began to grow inside me as I sat there in shock.
My mom stared at me and through clenched teeth said, "I am your mother...don't you ever talk to me like that again! And as long as you live under my roof, you will do as I say! I am an adult, in an adult relationship – you are not! If that boy knocks you up or gives you some disease, I'm the one who has to handle it! I am responsible for you not the other way around."
"Now this conversation is over! You are grounded until I say otherwise, that means school and straight home, no visitors, no cell phone. As part of your punishment no more extra curricular activities, I'll be dropping you off and picking you up from school. Also, I don't want you spending time with those girls anymore and you are through seeing that boy. Actually you're through seeing any boys until I feel I can trust you. And at this point I don't see that happening before you go to college."
"What about my Guardian duties? Our responsibilities to Earth and Meridian."
With a hard, steely look and a snide tone to her voice, she taunted me this time, "You should have thought about that before you made your choices last night."
I opened my mouth to object, but she glared at me with something close to murder in her eyes. "Don't push me Will," she ground out. "You can do this my way or I'll ship you off to a year-round boarding school for your last two years of high school."
I closed my mouth, turned and left the room. I'd never seen her so mad...but I'd never been this mad either. I knew two things for sure as I stalked into my bedroom: first, she was wrong if she thought this was over and second, her rules all hinged on my living under her roof.
This was a time to be patient, to be smart, I need a plan.
Will's planning something... Check out the other Busted stories, each guardian gets her own story that ties them together.
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9/07/2007 2:00pm