Stuck between two bad boys

EMILIA’S POV

This is what I need now, mom’s hug. I just buried my face in her shoulders and cried.

At this point, I can’t tell what I am crying for. Is it my real dad showing up when I least expected him, or the fact that I am having something to do with Xavier and feel guilty? What about having to deal with detention when I am not supposed to.

Okay, let’s cry over the visible one. I can’t just go crying because I hate my birth father.

“They have my face on camera” I sniffed as she pats my back “They have it on camera”.

Mom sighed, she kisses my neck and shush me.

“It’s okay, you are just a woman and people do make mistakes even though I did the same”.

I froze.

Yeah, I get my mum has always been Mrs perfect. She never gets to do any mistakes and I wonder if she is even human at times.

When cleaning, she would come to spot dirt in the sparkling sink you just cleaned. Do you want to talk about how she brings out cobwebs from my wardrobe when I obviously find none?

I cleaned my nose with the back of my wrist as I let Mum leaf me to the room.

Noticing how she looked back at Xavier and Dads, both of my dads, I realized she didn’t want them to hear.

“It’s a woman’s secret” She whispered as we walked faster.

I didn’t push further, I just wait for her to close the door before rushing to the bed. One look on her face and I remembered I wasn’t supposed to sit or I am prepared to wash the duvet which I am not.

Walking to my closet, I let mum pick out my outfit. I bit my lower lips as her hand stopped on her favorite gown.

Damn! She got that dress for me when I was 15, now I am 16 and I can count wearing it twice.

It just doesn’t have enough breathing space, has a touch of pink and blue. We should talk about the roses on it!

Ewwww I hate roses, I hate flowers in general.

I felt relieved when her hand went past it and kept looking around. Yeah I know she has been against me wearing shorts, baggy trousers, and an oversize tee shirt and I will have to wear what she wants today.

Double humiliation I gest.

“When I was eighteen, I had to graduate from high school,” Mum said as she pulled out a hanger with cloth “A very big day of my life where I had planned to lose my virginity at an orge party with my friends”.

She turned towards me and scoffed.

Hell no.

I had always thought mum to be a disciplined person, but at an orge party, you might not even remember who you had the sex with.

“I was young and stupid” She scoffed and pulled out another cloth “Just like you”.

What?

My eyes popped open as I held my chest and gasped. I blinked twice as she closed my mouth by raising up my fallen jaw and pinching my nose.

“How could you cry” she hit me on the head.

Putting the last cloth on my face as she pushed me to the bathroom, she made sure to put her fingers in my hair and wiggled it.

“You are a woman for crying out loud” She yelled from out the bathroom “And I didn’t raise a cry baby so make sure you wash that tears off your face and grease off your stinking hair”. She giggled.

Silent.

No one said a word.

I was just surprised to the point that I don’t know if I should be pissed or happy that mum literally gave me my BEST outfit.

Xavier’s hoodie I stole last two months, the baggy shorts Dad brought last for me, and NO bra!! Just clean pants and tampons.

“You better don’t get too excited” Mum knocked twice before walking off.

I could tell she walked away because I didn’t hear anything from her again and her footsteps became faint.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Hugging the outfit, I squeaked and smelt them. Today’s plan would be to get fresh, get lost in them, and never be found out of my bed where I would pretend to still be sad.

I just want a day off, not even ready to see my birth Dad now. For all, I care they should all wait.

“You can also stay in if you want”.

Ouch!

I groaned as I hit my head on the switch of the tap. No doubt my head might be broken or with a bump.

“Did you die?” Mum yelled snorting.

It’s obvious she is trying hard not to laugh but is terribly failing.

“My bad” She forced herself to say inaudibly, “Dave said he can take you out for a…”.

“No thanks,” I yelled.

Oops.

I slapped my mouth as I listened to my Mum’s silence. I bet age would be trying to maintain her fake smile on her face and try not to see me out of the bathroom, Now naked.

“I was talking about your father,” Mum said gently to my surprise “You will be fine, Emily, it’s just a daughter and father bonding trip”.

With my arms across my bare chest, I bit my lower lips so I would not yell at the top of my voice and tell my mum 209 reasons I don’t want to go out tonight, much more on a father and daughter bonding trip.

“You are going to be fine, if you don’t want to go, I can help you tell him that you are not feeling too well”.

Awww.

I can’t be so much grateful.

Slowly, I opened the door to see mum standing beside the door with her hands behind her.

“I SINcerely appreciate” I grinned “Tell him that I have cramps, headache, I need to do my homework, and, mood swings”.

Mum scoffed.

She rolled her eyes and twisted the door handle open.

“Alright, princess”.

‘Wait did she just call me!’ I giggled.

“Don’t let that get into your head, Prince Emilia” she walked out “Moral from my graduation story” She yelled as she walked further “My friends Mary and Bebe, one is in prison for killing the boy that impregnated her and rejected it while Bebe is diagnosed with Aids”.

Yep! That’s me close g the door as gently as I could and shaking.

Mum just has a way of spoiling things, just like how she gave. I a pink pants.

“Those girls are doing fine,” I told myself as I let the water down my head “She is just making it up”.