I was driving us home because we had done a road trip of the east coast, which was quite the adventure.
What I wasn't expecting was my mother at Dream's apartment looking pissed off, even though she knew about the trip.
"Lacey Tanya Bolton!, where have you been?!"
"On my road trip with Dream"
"You didn't tell me!"
"Yes I did, just because you're too busy kissing some fucking rich crooks ass!, doesn't mean that I don't tell you shit!, it just means that you don't pay any fucking attention to what I say!"
I was fuming to say the least, because she had to ruin the end of the road trip with yelling at everyone here.
"Hey!, watch your language!"
"No!, no!, no!, you don't get to tell me off!, especially because you didn't want to be my mother when you left-"
"That's not tru-"
"Lastonterías (bullshit in Spanish)"
"Lacey-"
"I heard the fucking argument that night!, it started because you got shit smashed at Cameron's funeral!, and then it ended with you saying that you didn't want to be our mother anymore!, so don't you dare say that it's not fucking true!, puta puta! (You fucking bitch in Spanish)"
My Mom looked even more pissed off, though I felt like I was on fire with the amount of anger that I felt.
"You had to come here and demand why I went for a road trip that you knew about!, do you want to know why this road trip meant so much?!, do you?!"
"Of course I do!"
"Because it was the last birthday present that I will ever get from Dad!, and you had to ruin it because you weren't interested in being my mom!, congratulations!"
I burst into tears, as I slid onto the floor, bringing my knees to my chest, it felt like my heart had been thrown and smashed into a million pieces.