I was in French when I was called down to the office.
"Hello, is Sakura come down to the office please?"
"Yes. She'd on her way," Mrs. Erickson answered.
"And tell her to bring her stuff."
I grabbed my stuff and went to the door. I was oooooohhhhhed until I shot my "okay-if-you-don't-shut-the-fuck-up-right-now-you-wont-be-able-to see-your-dick-for-the-rest-of-your-life-because-you-won't-have-it-anymore" look and everybody shut up.
I got to the office and was greeted by the older secretary person.
"Hi, I was called down?"
"Yes," she said. "Your mother called. She wondered where you were. She wants you home immediately."
I sighed. Great. She's drunk already. She wasn't awake when I came to school. No wonder she didn't know where I was…
"Okay,"
I went out of the doors and I went home.
"SAKURA WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU!"
"Yeah like you care… you're always out drunk passed out here, or at your new boyfriend's house…"
Maybe I shouldn't have said that. But I did. Now there was no stopping it. I already new what was going to happen.
She looked at me with bloodshot, wide eyes. "What did you say to me?"
"I said—"
"I don't want to hear it!" and I felt the sting that I have gotten used to when her hand reached my face. She had drunken enough that it actually hurt. I actually stumbled back when she hit me.
"You little bitch!" she spat. : How dare you talk to me like that in my own home? Don't you have any respect for me?"
"I could tate the copper-y blood taste in my mouth. " What if I said I didn't?" I met her gaze evenly.
Suddenly, she soberd up. " Just, get out now. I don't want to deal with this right now. Just leave. I don't care where you go, just do it." She held her head in her hands as if she were the one havong a bad day.
Except it was already 8:00 pm.