What the actual fuck..like... Seriously.
"Turn the car back." I said. She didn't listened. She just stared right ahead. I glared at her.
"Turn the car back! I am so not wearing this ugly ass fucking sweatpants and grey hoodie!"
"You can just change once we get there. I'm pretty sure you can ask some of my relatives for extra clothes." She replied, calmly, although she knows that her words flow like hot water inside my ears.
"Fuck I hate you!"
"You could've just worn something better right? Instead of pissing me off? Is it your daily job that you have to piss me off every single time?" She replied with just as much of irritation I was showing.
Okay, it was kind off my fault, but it's because she's being a bitch about it, all I did was wear a short and a crop top and she's acting like I'm going to introduce myself as a stripper in front of her relatives. So when she told me to change in a very fucking nice way (sarcastically) I showed up, showing her what a real stripper would look like. And she exploded. And here I am, wearing this fucking... I can't even describe it. It's like I'm going to school with no effort to do anything.
We were arguing the whole car ride, until, she had enough.
"Alright, that's enough, get out." She said, and I stared at her.
"What?—" the car halted somewhere at the side, outside was middle of nowhere, like a road in between woods.
Is she fucking kidding me?
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. Get out. I'm done with this shit."
I scoffed. I grabbed the car door to open and immediately closed the door hard. "Great, you're such a nice mother."
The car didn't move, we were silent for five minutes before she get out of the car, striding towards me, her face were stern, but I didn't care, I kept my face high until she's towering over me. I had to tilt another inch just so I can look at the way she's glaring down at me.
"You should've thought about how to be an actual mother, so you wouldn't stress like this." I smirked at her.
Her eyes didn't even flicker. I felt a lump of saliva in my throat.
"Oh come on. I would've been acting like one... If my supposedly daughter would actually act like one, at least one time."
I clenched my jaw.
She walked closer to me, and I was not aware until she was so close, that I almost wanted to run, but all I could do was almost stumbling when I panicked and started to walk back away, only to trip and almost fall, but her hand caught my waist. Her long nails, those red nails that's the same color as her lips. I felt it digging into my skin despite the fabric of my clothes.
Suddenly, my stubbornness was replaced by vulnerability. By this fucker.
"Maybe I would've acted like a daughter, if my supposedly Mother, isn't eye fucking me every single time." I said.
Her hand gripped my waist tighter.
And then she clashed her red lips with mine.
To be continued.
