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Not So Perfect By Stephany Characters: 6250

Updated: 2018-08-14 19:55

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

I nervously look at the ground. "I came with Thomas, " I say simply, my eyes darting to find any sort of resentment on her face.

She nods, her eyes skimming over my body almost as if checking for herself if I'm really pregnant. My stomach is still the same or I would have opted out of wearing a tight fitted dress.

Her lips are pressed in a tight line. "Your choice is final then?" She asks. "You're having the baby?"

I respond with a nod to prevent an argument. We can do this anywhere but here. I came for Thomas and I don't feel like discussing such a private thing when anyone could walk in.

She doesn't give me a disgusted look like I was expecting. Instead, she gives me the smallest hint of a smile. "I'm proud of you."

My breath gets stuck in my throat wondering if I heard her right. "You're what?" I ask in shock.

For the first time in my life, my mother has said the words that I have been wanting to hear.

Her eyes flash with a hint of sadness. "I will admit fully to trying to control your decisions. From my stance, having a child at a young age is the equivalent to ruining your future. But your father and I have both agreed that we handled it the wrong way." I've never seen my mother show an emotion that doesn't involve her being disappointed in me.

I'm still bewildered but I take in her words before smiling. "Thank you, " I say, meaning it in every way.

She nods, "You're welcome to move back in if you have to."

There must be some catch to it.

"Thank you, I actually plan on staying with a friend for two or three months and then move on my own." Her gaze on me, soaking in every word.

My mother is a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She has wrinkles on her forehead that are barely noticeable. Overall for someone who works all the time, she keeps herself put

ndering what type of images she has on what might have happened.

After I've told her about my mom apologizing, we both head to bed. I'm exhausted from the drive itself. My bed feels softer than usual which only makes me sleepier.

I woke up feeling like last night was a lie. Even after a shower and breakfast did it feel fake. It's hard to comprehend that after being told what to do I finally stood up for myself and now they see how unfair they were.

I was proud myself for getting away from that house. So many terrible memories of being out of place and mistreated verbally.

But seeing my mothers guilt and regret made me immediately feel bad. So I pushed every single time that she made me miserable aside and accepted her apology.

Just like that.

And then I wonder why I constantly get screwed over. Because of how easily I let people get me sympathy.

My phone vibrates on the bed as I fold my clothes. Taking a second to put it all away and not worry about it later.

My dads' name pops up on the screen, a new message from him. I stare at the screen, so many things coming to mind. I bite my lip in anticipation, sliding to unlock the screen and pressing on the message.

Meet me for lunch, I want to talk to you.

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