TheQueen : Actually i wouldn't say that Amy was the pretending girlfriend.. Jasmine called her like that..

ZoMo19 : I like Amy's POVs as well so yes i am going to have more of her here.. Amy needed to talk to someone about everything and Jasmine was the right person.. Although as you said she was the catalyst to their break up but she doesn't know that..

Chapter 7

Angy's POV

It's the first time I felt free. I didn't care about anyone or anything. I did what I wanted to do. I didn't follow the rules and while I should feel afraid of my mothers reaction, I wasn't..

I was supposed to be home in twenty minutes. Obviously I wasn't. I listened to Brandy and we went at the mall as we have planned to. We hung out, we ate our ice cream, we went at the arcades.. Twenty minutes became four hours.. I didn't even check my watch to see what time it was.. We just felt that it was time..

My mother kept calling me but I didn't pick it up.. I had texts, voice messages, missed calls.. I kind of knew what I should expect when I would be back home.. A pissed off Ashley Davies, me being grounded for a month maybe.. And the usual, no phone, no computer.. Yeah, I knew all these stuff and still didn't even care..

"Do you think that your moms are going to keep you home?"

"Oh, they will. That I am sure"

"Don't worry. I am going to come and get you.." Brandy said while she put her hand on top of mine.. I still couldn't understand why they didn't like her..

"Promise?"

"I promise babe. Your room is the one on the left right?"

"Don't tell me you are going to climb up there and rescue me like I am a princess or something.."

"That will be a surprise.. So I am sure we won't be able to talk at all.. So expect me on your window.."

Once we were outside my home I saw that the lights were open and figures walking back and forth.. Yeap.. Someone was pissed..

"Ok.. Thanks for tonight.. I will wait on my window.. Bye Brandy.."

"Bye sexy"

The last weeks I started to come closer and closer to her. She had something that was pulling me close to her.. I don't know if it was her attitude or the way she saw life but I was catching myself flirting with her.. Still though, Brandy was a mystery to me.. I hardly knew what was her past and where she was coming from.. She didn't let herself open so easily..

When I was about to put the keys on the keyhole my mother opened the door..

"Come inside right now"

"Ok"

My mom Spencer was standing behind my mother looking at me like she was disappointed in me.

"What is wrong with you? Who are you? I can't recognize my own daughter anymore"

"Mom.. Cool.. You are being dramatic you know"

"Dramatic? I called you and I asked you to be here. Coming home after four hours is not twenty minutes.."

"Mom, what is wrong with you? Eh? Let's ask you about that.. You act like you were never a teenager. You never acted the way I do.. And as far as I know you were a pain in the ass as well.. So let's try not to hide behind our fingers. Ok?" and then for the first time in my sixteen years I felt my mother's hand on my face.. And it hurt.. I wanted to cry but I wouldn't.. I was so proud to do that.. Instead I stayed there looking at her while she was ready to cry..

"Truth hurts right mom? And to make it easier for you I am going to go to my room" I opened my bag and took out my phone putting it on the table next to her "and here is my phone. Be my guest and take my laptop as well.." I said showing her the way to my room..

"Angy, I am.."

"Don't even say it. There is no need to.. Sometimes I don't know how mom is putting out with you.. She must really love you.. And that's a good thing because right now I just hate you.." I said while not looking back.. What she did I will never forget.. I went back to my room and I cried alone.. It was only then that I let my tears fall..

I don't know what time it was when I heard my door open.. I really didn't want to talk to any of them.. Even my mom.. And about my mother? I didn't even want to see her face..

"Whoever it is, just leave me alone"

"It's me Angy.." I heard my brother's scared voice.. Maybe it was the only person I wanted to see and talk.. I turned my nightstand light on and turned my face to look at him..

"Hey"

"Hey.. I brought you some milk with cookies. Mommie said you haven't eaten anything"

"Thanks, but I am not hungry.. Maybe later"

"Angy, what happened? Mom and mommie are upset.."

"And they should be. Mom hit me"

"Why?"

"Ask her"

"Angy, I am asking you, not mom. So tell me what happened?"

"I came home late and she started to scream about me not coming home when she told me to and then I said something that was the truth and she hit me"

"Mom would never hit you.."

"She did" and I showed him my red cheek that still was hurting..

"You must have told her something really bad. Mom or mommie never hit us before.."

"Andrew if you are here to take her side just leave. Ok?"

"I am not taking anyone's side. I am just telling you my opinion sis"

"I will never talk to her again.."

"Never is a big word you know"

"How old are you again? I am the oldest and you are being the philosopher here?" he got up from my bed and before he leaves the room he looked at me straight in my eyes and said..

"I miss my sister. If you find her bring her back to me" before he leaves I asked him to come back.. I stood up from where I was sitting and handed him my lap top..

"Give it to her.. Now she has all I am suppose not to use.." and with that I closed the door..

I didn't sleep at night.. And inside I was waiting for Brandy to come for my rescue.. But she didn't come.. Maybe it was for the best that she didn't because if she was here I would pack a bag and leave.. That's how pissed I was..

Next morning I woke up and I did the same ritual as every other day.. Only that today everything I did was in slow motion.. I didn't want to face my mother.. So I knew what time she was leaving and once I heard the door close I went downstairs..

Andrew was always leaving with my mother and usually I was leaving with mom or brandy.. Today though I didn't know..

"Angy.."

"I am going to have an apple and leave"

"Angy we need to talk"

"I don't want to talk mom"

"It's not always about what we want. You are not a baby anymore to not understand if what you are doing is wrong or right. And talking to your mother like that yesterday was wrong.."

"And actually her hitting me was right? That's what you want to say mom?"

"No. It wasn't right either. Sometimes I look both of you and you are so much alike. You are both so stubborn"

"Mom, I really don't want to talk about her again. Ok? So I am going. Bye" I made a step to leave but she didn't let me..

"Stay where you are right now young lady. You will not go anywhere. I already called your school and told them you will be late. You and I are going to sit down and talk"

"I don't have to you know.. I am old enough to.."

"Till you are eighteen you are living inside our house.. You are not old enough to do anything. So sit down right now"

I always believed that I had my mom on my side but now I realized I didn't. She was on my mother's side.. As I Andrew as well.. Three against one..

"Can you please tell me what is going wrong? Is something wrong with school? Do you have problem there with any kid?"

"No" I said pretty much not caring what she was asking me..

"We found out about you and Amy. Why you didn't tell us anything?"

"Because it was none of your business. It's my relationship"

"Amy was a member of this family as well. We opened our house to her"

"Whatever. You know about me and Amy. Does that make you feel any better now?"

"Why are you being like that? Why you keep talking to your mother and me like that? Is it because of Amy?"

"No"

"Since the day you met this other girl you changed"

"Maybe I changed for the better. I was always the good daughter, the good student, the good friend, the good sister. Maybe I had enough and I wanted for once to feel free"

"Did we every tell you no? Did we hold you inside here? You were free to do whatever you liked"

"Yeah, and when I did something I wanted to, mom grounded me. I skipped one class and she made it a big deal"

"Skipping classes doesn't make you a rebel, or not listening to what your mothers say.."

"Do you know what I don't get? Why you both are being so dramatic about everything when I know that dear mother has being like me in her early age"

"She was like you and that's when she started snowboarding. She was coming from a broken home. She had every reason to. But you, you have everything. You have a family that loves you. So what's your excuse about your behavior?"

What was my excuse really? I was so confused about everything.. Everything..

TBC

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