Badass Boyfriend

11

I sat on that porch for two whole hours before falling asleep on the swing. On the outside I didn't look or seem that upset about what happened, but on the inside my heart felt as though it had broken into one million tiny pieces. My chest burned with agony and my eyes filled with the warm tears that I had fought to hold back in the house. It wasn't until I woke up the next morning, that I felt the tears running down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away just as I saw my uncle's personal limo pulling up in front of the house.

I sighed and tied my hair up into a messy bun with the rubber band that was on my wrist. While he hopped out of the limo and popped the trunk, I stood up on my crutches.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked.

I nodded with a smile hoping he wouldn't start asking questions but I knew he could tell I had been crying. He sighed for a moment and then shook his head.

"This is bulshit." He said before heading for the front door.

I gasped, "John it's fine, please don't cause problems."

He glared at me and banged on the door, "Katrina if they are kicking you out then I deserve to know why."

I sighed and sat back down, burying my face in my hands to fight off the tears. My uncle banged on the door three more times before my mother opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.

"What in the hell is your problem!" she snapped. "It's 7:15 in the morning John!"

He gritted his teeth and placed his hands on his hips, "I don't give a damn what time it is, what I care about is finding out why she's being kicked out of this house?"

My mother sighed, "She knows why, if you want to know ask her."

"I would, but something tells me that she's not going to tell me herself. She's already tried fighting off her tears so you might as well tell me what's going on!"

She was about to tell him something else when Mark came out onto the porch. I glared at him and then looked away when I realized he wasn't wearing his shirt.

"If you want to know why, I'll tell you. Your niece is a disrespectful, spoiled little bitch from hell who needs to be taught some respect." He said bluntly.

"Bitch? Who in the hell do you think you're calling a bitch!" my uncle snapped as he got in Mark's face.

"I'm just calling it as I see it John. She thinks she has me all figured out and because of that, I want her out of my house and away from my fiancé." He said as he put his arm around my mom.

A tear fell from my face as I looked at the one person I thought I could trust. She glanced at me and then wiggled free from Mark's grip.

"Listen John, I've put up with Katrina's lack of respect for people for far too long. It's time that I live my life my own way, and she does the same…" she said before walking into the house.

"Oh so that's it then? You're just going to toss her to the wind and forget about her?" John asked in disbelief.

"We never said that John. We're just saying that until she learns to respect others and their relationships, we don't want any part of her. We'll see how well she does in the real world with an attitude like that." He said.

John shook his head, "How in the hell can you say she has a bad attitude when she only states how she feels? If she thinks you're guilty then accept it and prove her wrong."

Mark glared at me but I didn't look back, "Oh I plan to…now take her and get off my property."

My uncle stared him down as Mark went in the house. He then turned to me and sighed, "Well, I guess it's just you and me now sweetie. Go get in the limo, I'll grab your stuff."

I nodded and got up as tears started to fall from my eyes. My uncle glanced at me and then wrapped his arms around me. "Hey, no tears. Things are going to be ok I promise."

I wanted to believe him, but my heart was so shattered by the situation, that all I wanted to do was lay down and die. As soon as I got inside of the limo, I poured my eyes out. I didn't want my uncle to see me this way nor did I need my mom to. I glanced at the house one last time and saw her staring out of the window at the limo. She had a blank look on her face and her arms folded. My uncle looked up at her once more and then got into the limo with me. As soon as he shut the door, the limo headed off towards the airport.

All I kept thinking about was how much I was going to miss my mother. Even though she treated me like I was the worse daughter in the world, my heart was broken that she kicked me out of her life. On the way to Wes Newbury, Massachusetts I kept thinking about all the great times I had with her and how me simply announcing how I felt about her boyfriend quickly changed her opinion of me. It didn't make sense…I was always able to tell her things like that without her getting upset. Did she hide it all this time? Was her anger really bottled up all those years she remained a lawyer and chose not to date anyone? Who knows? All I knew was that I had lost my best friend and nothing in this entire world could replace her.