"Hi hun'!" She replied back.
"I missed you mom." I told her, hugging her.
Her face was pale, but shiny. and her eyes were almost a greyish color.
"I see you have the christmas tree up." She replied, her voice sounding country.
"Yeah." I said, looking down.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" My mother asked, picking up a present from the christmas tree.
"Nothing, its just that I'm happy to see you so...sober again."
"Hun' just tell me the truth, I may have been drunk but I know my little girl." The woman in my eye sight complained, she just didn't get it did she?
She was back, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the whole wide world. But for her to think I'd forgive her like that, the words she said to me..They still hurt.
"Mom, you-."
"Tell me." She begged, I still didn't fall for it. She is my mom, don't get me wrong. But I don't think she understands, she doesn't know that she almost killed herself overdosing on alchohol. She doesn't know how many times I cried praying to god that she doesn't kill herself.
"No mom, I can't tell you. Your hardly a mother, you come home all sober after 10 months of constant alchohol in your system, you can't expect me to be an open book! I still don't know who you are, its going to take more then that then an apology." I explained.
"But you sounde-" She tried to say.
"I was hiding the pain, I didn't want you to break down on the phone. Your not a mother!" I screamed, I didn't mean to hurt her feelings.
"Then what am I?" She asked, her voice cracking more then ever.
"A stranger." I relpied, not meaning to say it. It slipped.
My mom looked at me, those sparkly grey eyes turning into tear buckets. She looked at me in discust and by the time I could say anything the figure of her was running upstairs.
"Mom, I'm so-."
She was already gone, she was already up the steps. I heard the bedroom door close 3 seconds after she made it up.
9:00 three hours before christmas eve. Dinner time.
It was silent, everyone was either playing with their food or eating it slowly.
Fletcher was still over, even though he was going home after dinner.
"So how was your days in rehab... mom?" I asked, discusted to even call her the M word.
"Do you want to be excused young lady?" My dad asked, his face ashamed.
"No, No i don't I want to know why your fine with your wife coming out of rehab for being a damn crackhead!"
"Excuse me? Go upstairs Right now Olivia Jane Doyle!" My mom said.
"I wish you were in rehab, you have no right to say that to me!"
"I'm your mother, I have all the rights I need." She replied, her voice getting louder.
"If your a mother then act like one!" I said running out of the kitchen and outside.
I heard Fletcher Excuse himself and follow after me.
"Olive! Olive!" He screamed, after following me half way down the block.
The night was young, but scary. "What?" I turned around tears in my eyes.
"Your mom is trying." He said, kissing my forehead.
"I know she's trying but its so hard to forgive he-"
His lips came crashing down on mine, the forehead is one thing but my lips!
I mean, I know we've almost did more but...I don't know.
In my surprise the rain came down, during our kiss. The sky had dimmed down.
"I should get home." Fletcher said, breaking the addicting kiss
"Yeah, I'll walk you." I replied, his house was around the corner from mine.
He grabbed my hand as we started to walk, I smiled.
The walk was shorter then I thought it would have been, we were there after almost 6 steps.
He kissed me on the cheek and ran up into his house, I tried to say bye but the door slammed.
I was scared, I'm used to him walking me home, but I guess it wasn't happening today.
I tried to look everywhere, I was nerve racked.
"Next time I'm staying over his house." I said talking to myself.
As soon as I got home I ran upstairs, I didn't want to see my parent's face.
"Olive, honey. Come down here!" I heard my mom yell, I knew it'd be disrespectful to act like this forever so i turned around.
"Yes?" I replied, standing on the edge of the stair, trying not to make a smart statement.
"Come." She demanded, patting on a spot right next to her.
"Yes?" I repeated, looking the opposite way.
"I'm sorry you feel this way, I didn't know you'd be so..." She tried to explain.
"Braty? Bossy, self-centered?" I tried to go on but she stopped me.
"Stop, stop apologizing, stop talking about yourself."
"But mom, I'm not the daughter you want. You want Shelbye back."
Shelby is my sister, she died years ago.
"Honey, I loved you and Shelbye equally don't ever see it that way."
"She was so perfect, she was all preppy, and she wasn't boring like me." I said.
"Olivia, shh!."
"Stop trying to be like everyone else, I love you just the way you are."
"Don't try to change, I love my smart daughter, Olivia." My mother replied.
"But sometimes I feel unwanted." I said, crying into her shoulder.
"You shouldn't feel that way Olive, me and your Father love you."
"Even if I was a total crackhead." She laughed, and I laughed along.
"Mom, will everything ever be the same way again?" I asked.
"I hope hun' I hope."
My dad came down the steps holding a ton of presents, he threw them under the Christmas tree, except for one. He softly layed it in my lap
"Its Christmas Eve, so I'm letting you open this present, your going to love it." He told me, taking the ribbon off of it.
all that was left was the rapping paper, which i wanted to rip off.
"What is it?" I asked, shaking it.
"Careful careful!" He said stopping me.
"Me and your mom put alot into this so i hope you like it."
"Can I open it now, please, can I can I?" I sounded like a five year old.
I ripped open the paper and there was an apple laptop.
"Oh my gosh!" I yelled, and jumped on the both of them.
Well, I hope you liked this chapter, I knew I had to do it even on Christmas eve I love this chapter i put alot into it and I hope you Love it aswell, have a merry christmas! -(: