"Karin! Karin! Karin, wake the fuck up! Karin!"
It seemed to be my mom's voice. But that couldn't have been possible, she was gone to New York and she was supposed to come back in 4 days…or something like that.
I opened my eyes. A powerful light invaded my retina, forcing them to close back.
"Karin!" the sound repeated.
My brain started to process the information. Yes, the person who was screaming was my mom, and yes, I was in big trouble. I opened my mouth, trying to communicate something, but my action was useless.
"Don't bother. Get dressed and come downstairs, in the living-room."
She left the room. I was alone now. Me, my thoughts and… a room full of empty bottles of alcohol, condoms, cocaine and other things that shouldn't be in an underage's hands. My closet was intact… excepting the fallen door.
I got out of bed slowly and I started to choose some clothes. In less than 5 minutes, I had a pair of trashy skinny jeans and a random T-shirt. I went to the bathroom, peed, brushed my teeth and washed my dirty face. I was such a mess.
My mom invited me to sit on the sofa, in front of her. She was looking in my eyes with her disappointed face. She wasn't intimidating me at all. My headache was, though.
"Where's dad?" I asked to break the silence.
"He's still in Tokyo. I came back earlier because I had some important business, but I'm leaving soon. But don't change the subject, young girl. I couldn't imagine you doing this… how could you turn the house upside down for a night of hot sex and alcohol, even drugs… Wait until your father finds out!"
"Mom, it's New York. Like you didn't screw boys like whores on tequila when you were my age."
"Karin, shut up, I was a very good girl. So what if it's New York? Does this mean you have to waste your life and our money? You're 16, not 20, not 32 like me. Understand this, for God's sake!"
"Too much wisdom here. Don't you think it's kind of ironic how you are lecturing me about life, when I am leaving by myself because you are so busy? Chill out, girl, it's not like you're going to send me to my granny, in Japan."
"I'm sorry, but this is what I am going to do. You cannot be unsupervised. Not anymore. Go and start packing, your plane takes off in 2 hours. You will come back in New York when your grandmother thinks you are ready. Got it?"
"Yeah, mom."
Arguing with her was like having a conversation with a turtle. I went upstairs and started packing. Finally, I was sitting in front of 6 suitcases.
"These are enough, I guess."
I asked my mom to help me with those mountains full of clothes and, guess what, she did. She also drove me to the airport. I said goodbye and left. Even though she didn't deserve, I kissed her cheek.
