Tyson punched in the security code to the palatial house that she hated to call home. After her father and mother split she got a handsome divorce settlement, but that was not enough for
Barbara "Barbie" Tyson Flair Peak Warner, oh no. After she ran through the settlement and unsuccessfully tried to dip into her daughter's trust fund she married lucky husband number
three who happened to be a very well to do big shot Charlotte corporate lawyer. Little did Barbie know the reason why Dean Warner's previous two marriages (he too was on the third
times a charm marriage-go-round) ended was that he was married to his job. Barbie was a seasoned Stepford wife and while Dean was in court she flitted around the country club and
various garden and cocktail parties and inevitably developed an addiction to alcohol. She had recently begun adding that to Tyson's mounting list of reasons Barbie was the way she was.
Barbie's mother had blamed her and now it was Tyson's turn to share the Tyson family tradition of end all, apocalyptic mother daughter feuds. In her few sober moments Barbie could truly
identify with her daughter; she was in almost every way an exact replica of herself at the same tender age of twenty. Tyson was the life of the party; she was eloquent when she wanted
to be, very stylish, always daring to wear couture that most people copied later. She was equally loved and hated by her peers. Tyson was the epitome of either you wanted to be her or
be with her. Barbie also begrudgingly acknowledged that Ric Flair, her first husband and Tyson's father, also had contributed to her daughter's make-up. Barbie felt that Tyson had taken
after Ric a little too much when she hit puberty and began attracting the attention of any male within a five mile radius. Tyson could wine and dine and sweet talk her way into and out of
any situation. She was the apple of her father's eye and Barbie's toughest opponent to date. Apparently her daughter had not been nearly aloof as she'd assumed during her battles with
her own mother when Tyson was a child. Barbie figured she'd been paying attention in those days and knew exactly what to do to weather the storm that was "Hurricane Barbie."
Conniving little bitch. She knew she would catch hell eventually for being such a pain in her own mother's ass for so long. Barbie downed her martini when she saw her daughter's
headlights pull up and quickly sloshed another in her glass almost causing her olive to drop to the floor. Barbie was in an unusually ill mood tonight. Typically she'd make snide comments
about the way Tyson was dressed or how late she'd been out, but tonight was different. Dean had been very short with her on one of their rare face to face encounters. He'd rushed
around and paid no attention to Barbie who was on her third Bloody Mary at ten fifteen that morning. He remarked on her level of intoxication and in the same breath gave a sunny hello to
Tyson who had just come downstairs. Barbie had been fuming over that situation all day, alcohol of course fueling the fire that was now in five alarm mode.
Tyson's stilettos clicked smartly on the hardwood floor and made Barbie's skin crawl. She adjusted her red silk robe and tried to look distinguished and powerful propped up against the bar.
Tyson stopped in the archway, "Hey."
Barbie's eyes narrowed, "Hey? Hey, it's four o' clock in the morning Tyson!!"
"I have a watch mother." She snapped, flashing the sparkly silver Rolex that her father had bought for her sixteenth birthday.
"I am not in the mood for that smart mouth of yours." Barbie warned downing her martini and fixing yet another.
Tyson shifted her weight impatiently waiting for the screaming to start so she could go the fuck to bed.
"So how drunk are you?" Barbie began, toying with her olive.
Tyson almost laughed, "How drunk are you mommy dearest?"
Flames filled her mother's eyes as Tyson tried to keep a straight face.
"You are not a damn parrot so stop repeating me! Do you want to get a DUI before you even turn twenty-one?" Barbie asked her voice escalating.
"No, mommy dearest, I'll stay here next weekend and get drunk with you." Tyson said in a child's voice batting her eyelashes.
She was intentionally provoking her mother to get this over with quicker.
Barbie rose unsteadily from her stool, "You will not speak to me that way young lady…if that's even what you still are. You will not mock me Tyson Delilah and I mean it!"
Tyson rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh at the mention of her middle name again.
"Here we go." She thought to herself.
"How many guys did you hook up with tonight? Did you and Logan have a fun time whoring around?" Barbie spat.
Tyson yawned dramatically, "Oh the usual, four or five. It was a long night, very exhausting."
Barbie could hear the sarcasm dripping through her daughter's lies, only adding to her mounting fury.
"You are a disgrace to me. I did not raise you to be some high class slut. I didn't pay for all of that private schooling to have you behave this way." Barbie slurred, downing half of her martini.
"You're right, you didn't pay for my schooling, Daddy did and you're so drunk you couldn't even spell disgrace right now." Tyson retorted.
Barbie finished her drink and threw the martini glass at Tyson's feet. She felt the sting of a few tiny shards hit her legs but did not flinch.
"I'm going to bed now. If you ever decide to sober up we'll talk then." She said quietly turning to go to her room.
It really used to bother her the way her mother would drink herself into a stupor, but after years of dealing with it, it was just really damn annoying now.
"You stop right there. Don't you dare walk away from me." Barbie screamed, swaying and grabbing onto furniture as she went to her daughter.
She grabbed Tyson's arm and spun her around. One look into Tyson's face said that she was becoming increasingly pissed off. Barbie didn't know where her daughter had gotten her patience from but she knew it wasn't from herself or her father for that matter.
"I am sick and tired of this shit. You are going to be grounded for two weeks. You are not to leave this house at all and I mean it. I'm serious." Barbie growled.
This time Tyson did actually laugh, "Yeah right mom. You can't ground me and you know it. You'll be too drunk to even remember grounding me in the first place. You're pathetic. You're a grown woman who picks fights with your daughter to make yourself feel important because everyone knows what a big fat fucking joke you are." Tyson accused.
Barbie struck her daughter across the cheek with the speed of a coiled snake. Tyson's head snapped to one side as she fought desperately against the urge to jump on her mother and beat the fucking shit out of her. She truly was done with her mother at that point. Never had one of their arguments eve become physical.
Tyson glared coldly at her mother with her glacial eyes, "Now who's the disgrace mother?"
She spun and headed for the stairs to go to her room.
Barbie hesitated only a moment allowing the rage towards her daughter to consume her before launching herself at Tyson's back.
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