Sorry about these short, late chapters! Ugh, I'm so done with this story, I'm ready for it to end...but I can't write fast enough. I mean, I have it all up in my cranium, but I can't type it out fast enough, and don't really have the time (okay that last part is BS, I've been basically watching Shane Dawson the past coupl'a days...)

WARNING: don't read the following part of this author's note if you have anything against the awesomeness of satyrs
Joker236 - Satyrs aren't just cool, they're awesome!! Except Verl...he reminds me of too many people I can't stand. And yeah, there's no doubt I'd fail miserably in a tennis match against Doren and Newel...or any TV show trivia...I don't watch TV an eigth as much as they do!
Satyrs have always been cool...like Phil from Herculez; he and Pegasus were my fave...and then there's Mr. Tumnas -- I'm pretty sure CS Lewis is the only one who calls them "Fawns".


Sonny

I'd done it. I had actually done it! I had snuck out of the house at quarter 'til midnight to hang out with my secret boyfriend, got in a fight with the girl he cheated on me with, and gotten all the way back home and through the window and my mom was none the wiser.

But of course, my conscience had to kick in.

"Honey?" she said as she walked through my bedroom door, sitting at the end of my bed. I sat up, wincing at the pain in my shoulder where Vivi had bit me. My mom's eyes looked guilty, and she couldn't look at me. "Look…I'm sorry. I didn't really…hear you out last night…"

Oh, no…this was going to be when she told me that she was wrong, and how proud of me she was for not putting up a fight. So I had to cut her off.

"Mom…" Was I prepared to tell her? My eyes strayed to the bedside table, holding onto the necklace Chad had given me. As long as I looked at it, I felt brave enough. "I snuck out last night."

I didn't look at her, but I could still see her anger. She was furious. I mean, how could she not be?

"Chad came in through my window…and he apologized for cheating on me…" I drew a shaky breath. "I wasn't gonna go with him, but I climbed out the window and into his car and he took me home.

"We didn't do anything, I swear. You're not going to be a grandmother any time soon." I sighed shakily again and closed my eyes, though I could still see my mother's look of horror and disappointment. "Anyway…when I was at Chad's place, the girl that…that he cheated on me with…came through his window and…we kinda got into a physical fight."

After not hearing anything I peeked an eye open to my mom's indecipherable expression. Finally, in a damaged voice, she managed to ask, "And why are you telling me all this?"

"I didn't want to keep it from you, Mom. I've hurt you a lot lately because of sneaking behind your back and lying and everything…and because I want you to know that I'm going to keep dating Chad."

She looked at me angrily, then confusedly, and then crossly again. "After all he's put you through, after all you and I have been through because of this, you're still going to date him?" Mom stood up now and crossed her arms. "I should think not. Don't forget, young lady, you're not an adult. You're still under a ceiling I'm paying for, and as long as that's true, you'll do as I say."

Why was I so shocked as to her reaction? "Mom, that's not fair! Don't you think I'm mature enough by now…"

"Don't you give me that 'I'm mature' crap! Just because you have a job, a car, and a boyfriend does not mean you are mature in any way!" she said. "In fact, your 'job' is playing dress-up with a couple of silly friends to get some cheap laughs; your car has recently been an accomplice in constantly disappointing me; and your boyfriend is a cheating jerk that you've had behind my back."

She had a point. Of course, being a stupid teenager, I was going to deny it. "Do you ever remember being my age—"

"Yes, Sonny, I remember all too clearly being your age. And believe it or not, I have enough of an imagination to be able to tell what you're going through. It's not entirely your fault; you haven't developed a frontal lobe. But I never expected you to be s—"

"At least I came and told you this time instead of you seeing it on my 'cheap laugh' comedy show!"

She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You are beyond grounded. You may get out of this house for your show and that's it…"

"I don't have to take this! I could leave you right now! I'm a star with my own show. I can do so much more than most teenagers my age."

"You think you can make it out there? Alone?" she shouted back at me. "Fine! Go ahead! From now on you no longer live here!"

What had I just done?