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Intervention

"Nina, we need to talk," she said urgently. She paused upon seeing me with my hands in the air and an exhausted expression. "What are you doing?"

I let my hands fall to my sides. "Nothing," I said coolly. I returned the subject back to her, "Talk about what? I asked.

"Just come down to the living room, okay?" She said, trying hard to be more patient. She was ultimately failing. A person with so much negativity won't ever be patient. I wasn't even sure if she was a real person.

"Why not talk here?" I tried. I was amusing myself, trying to get her pissed.

"Because," she stated, finally. She was obviously trying not to glare; her body tense. I could even see her neck muscles standing out. She looked at me expectantly, "Well?"

I put my hands up, palms facing her, in surrender, "Okay, okay. I'm coming." I stood up and followed her downstairs, stopping by the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a big bag of Doritos.

I entered the living room. They were already seated on the sofa, waiting for me. I had my choices where to sit. It will either be the recliner, the ottoman or remain standing. I was about to take the ottoman because it seemed the best way to 'talk,' when she motioned to it and ordered, "Sit."

I smirked internally and headed for the recliner. Like I'm gonna do what you say. I slumped myself heavily, bouncing a little, and said, "'Sup?" I grinned at myself. I was being such a teenager. I put my feet up the coffee table for emphasis.

She eyed my feet and dragged out a sigh. She muttered, "Okay then," as she repositioned herself to face me. He did the same. She took a deep breath, "The other day-"

"Yeah?" I interrupted rudely.

Her nostrils flared ever so slightly. She took another deep breath to calm herself. I wondered how that was working out for her. She continued, "The other day-"

"If this is about my detention again, I thought we settled that already?" I paused and let the question hang. She was starting to say something when I continued, "Then why are you still interrogating me? I already had my punishment. I'm grounded, and I served detention-"

"Will you let me finish!" She said quickly, exploding. I motioned my hand for her to go on. "The other day," she started. She paused and looked at me, checking to see if I would interrupt her again. I smirked. I was tempted to say something to get under her skin, but I knew I'm already in deep and buried, so I stopped myself. "You told me you went out to lu-" She paused as I loudly opened the bag of chips and started eating noisily. "You said you went out to lunch," she continued, deciding to ignore me. "And came back late... Well, your version of the story doesn't match the school's." She paused again, this time for suspense. "They informed me you weren't in any of your morning classes. Why would they say that if you just came back late from lunch? So who's lying?"

I tried to come up with an excuse, "Well, I-"

"Friday," she interrupted me, giving me a taste of my own medicine. Great. She continued, "You left early for your so-called 'History Club' meeting, an urgent one I might add. There's no History Club."

"I uh, I-"

"Is there a reason you left early, and didn't go to school at all?" Crap. I was caught. Her eyebrows were raised, proud and triumphant. I sat up straight, removing my feet off the table. I realized she was waiting for a response.

"I-" I paused, waiting for another interruption that didn't come. "I... I went to visit Gran. She... She wasn't there," I answered quietly looking at my feet. It was partly the truth. At the corner of my eye, I saw them share a look. It annoyed me. My head snapped back up. I stared at them accusingly, eyes tight. Their expressions were undisturbed, they don't even care Gran wasn't where she was supposed to be, safe and sound. "You know about this, don't you?"

"No," he said.

I laughed bitterly, "Oh, he speaks." I slumped back down on the recliner.

"Nina, don't be rude to your father," she scolded as if she cared.

I scoffed, "Sure. Father." I scoffed again, "Right," I mutter.

Her eyes transformed, showing worry and pain. Her brows and lips followed in accordance, turning and twisting in a practiced manner. "Nina," she started in a soft voice filled with compassion and care. Her eyes, face and voice was trying to say, 'I care, I love you,' but her body language says 'I'm forced to do this, I don't give a damn.' It was so obvious, she was practically screaming it. She sighed, "We're worried about you."

"Are you really?" I challenged. She was staring at me intently, as if to say yes with her eyes. "Well, there's nothing to worry about." I was about to stand up and leave.

"Stay." She ordered. "Is something bothering you?" she asked, 'concerned.'

"Nothing, okay-"

"Is something wrong?" She interrupted.

"No-"

"Why are you rebelling all of a sudden?"

"I'm not-"

"You were always behaved and perfect."

"Don't wo-"

"Is there something you want to talk about?"

"If there was would you even listen?" I said in a rush before she interrupted me again.

"Of course we would." She said in a fake-offended voice.

"Right. Well, there's nothing to talk about." I tried to end the conversation but there was obviously more in store.

"Then why would you talk to yourself?" She tried.

"What?" I asked, incredulously. I notice a man walk in followed by a woman. They were both in uniform. I stared at them in surprise. "Who are they?" I asked worried.

"We hired some people for you problems." She explains. More people came in. "We're worried about you, Nina." She said again. The man look to her. silently asking for permission. She nods and they all walk towards me. I watched them with fear. I look back to her as tears start forming in my eyes.

"Why?"