In Her Mind
Lucy's p.o.v
Mrs. Dunn: "Your Late Lucy! I swear you are the most irresponsible child ever!
Where were you?
Lucy don't just stand there! Talk to me where in the hell have you been?"
She was smoking mad I mean like I could actually see it rising from her head I tried to balance myself against Kendra and Charlotte who were silent watching this exchange. No matter who I held onto though I felt myself falling.
Mrs. Dunn: "Are you drunk?"
Lucy: "No Mom I'm not drunk.."
I start to laugh loudly stumbling as I heard Kendra mutter something trying to grab me.
Mrs. Dunn: "Your a disgrace Lucy I can't believe any child of mine would behave like this
Wait till your father sees you"
Lucy: "Wouldn't that mean daddy would have to be home first mother?"
Mrs. Dunn: "Lucy Elizabeth Dunn don't you ever disrespect your father or talk back to me!"
Momthe word should bring joy to a daughter's lips it should make her spirits rise and make her mind dream of all the possibility's of what she can be when she grows up. How she could be just like her mom her inspiration. After all she's the one who carried her for nine months created their baby with love sheltered her from the storms and taught her how to sew, walk, talk, played dress up with her. Giggled with her over cute boys argued with her over bad grades and bad choices she should be encouraging her to make mistakes and learn from them.
When she looks at her mom she should see herself in ten years time and smile proud at how much she has grown up to be just like her mom, smile at the memories her mom shaped her childhood with the long hours spent doing homework assignments with, the endless trips to club meetings recitals and rehearsals. Walking in the door to smell fresh baked cookies and the start of a delicious meal. She should remember the lengths her mom went to to defend her daughters honor when her first boyfriend broke her heart and spread lies about her all over the school. I can imagine how it would feel to be that proud to have those special memories.
But that's all I can do is imagine cause my reality is far different then my dreams..I blink as I see my mom ranting about how ashamed she is of me she's not dressed in an apron and house clothes she's not cooking me dinner or baking me cookies to her it doesn't matter if I drank myself to death or what time I came home to her all that mattered is that I Lucy Elizabeth Dunn didn't besmear the precious Dunn name.
Mrs. Dunn: "Lucy are you listening to me?"
Lucy: "Yes Mom I can hear you the whole stinking world can hear you"
Mrs. Dunn: "Lucy don't talk back to me"
Lucy: "Why I can't talk to you can I mom?
Do you even care what I have to say?
No all you care about is how much money you can blow tonight"
She was dressed to the nines in a long glittery sliver cocktail dress 8 inch heals her long blond hair up in a French bun her makeup done just right. She looked gorgeous and tall and ready to kill anyone who dared tell her different.
"So tell me mom who's the unlucky sleaze who will be keeping you warm tonight?
Cause we both know it ain't my fath...er.."
The world was spinning her face was beat red she was clutching her 3,000$ purse ready to kill me. I grinned as I looked at her everything starting to go black.
Mrs. Dunn: "How dare you speak to me like that?
You ungrateful crazy rude …"
Kendra, Charlotte: "Lucy Lucy! Listen to me I swear one day you … Lucy are you..
Lucy Lucy Lucy!"
My name was chanted over and over as my eyes-lids grew heavy and everything spun so fast I couldn't get my balance.