Though my eyes are closed against the harsh glare of the sun, my fingers are occupied by the bandages.
Heeled shoes are more painful then most people think.
I have done this too often not to know how to tie them tight, without so much as a downward glance. And all I have to do to find the bruises and cuts is run my fingers down the length of my now-purple arm.
Hey, some people play piano. I tie bandages.
No, it's not the first time. Every so often, I'll show up at school or at Tyson's in a long-sleeved shirt, often hoping no one will notice the weather. It's not because I woke up feeling like wearing a long-sleeved shirt, I can tell you that.
It's happened so many times…so many…whenever she is mad, really. I am her punching bag.
Yet…it hurts every time. Not just physically, though. I hate her more than you can imagine. But she is my mother.
Mothers are supposed to love their children.
I used to think mine did. Not Judy—Elizabeth, though, unlike Judy, I never called her that. I called her Mom.
I—
But when there was trouble, she left. And she never, ever came back. Yet that captured feeling, something swirling on the wings of apple blossoms…it won't go away.
I know what it is. But it's too hard.
So easy to get hurt.
Yet another short chapter. The next is sort of built on it though…so technically it's longer, right? Anyway, I'll try to get the next few out faster!
Rising Pheonix: Thankees! But wait…he's not so bad off…
His Mom hates him, yes. But his dad definitely doesn't. Notice how Judy waited until his dad (anyone know his name?) left the room before attacking him? Well…there's a reason. And the main reason she hates him is because Max's dad won't let her have another child because he thinks it will be too hard on Max. Anyway. (Oh YEAS! Judy is Max's ADOPTED mom!)
Also, they're not so tight. Granted, they do need to pay mortgage and all that, and it's a bit of a concern, but it's mostly general savings stuff. And the part I edited out (meh. It didn't work and I forgot about it) it that Max's dad wanted to cut back mostly by not trading in their car for a better one.
SO... though Max is pretty bad off, it's not so bad as I made it sound…. Meh….
lireal ameilla: Thank you!
I most definitely do not have those feelings, though. I guess…I dunno…I was thinking about the story for a while before I actually wrote it…so…
hi…
Jani Reme: Thank you!
Actually, personne du monde is a signed author. Plus he's only reviewed once. But I kind of doubt it means he likes it…notice the implication that Mirror Images(his story) is so much better…actually, he reviewed My life, no definition(the Kai version of this) with something along the lines of 'you own kai?' Maybe he didn't mean it evilly…but still…
Tigerrelly: Thankees! LOL, it's fine…as long as you review on occasion, I am happy! Hehe…Max's personal interaction…it's very fun to write, actually. Glad you like it!
As for Max's mom…see response to Rising Pheonix. By the way, in case you're wondering where the whole Mom thing came from:
In Beyblade (of course), in either season one or season two, Max is talking to his dad about how sometimes he can hear her calling his name. In my story, that refers to his non-adopted mother.
Then remember how when Max met his mom, they were both ultra-shocked, and had no idea why either of them were where they were? They don't talk a lot. And neither, whichever was said, indented to tell the other of what was going on.
And then remember how Max was so desperate to beat his Mom's team? Well, it wasn't REALLY so he could prove himself…
Anyhow…
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