I Love Him.

She knows. My mother knows. Now, I haven't touched on the subject of dating or anything of the sorts with her. I get home. I sit at the table. She places the food down. I tell her its good. I mention the Social Studies project. She asks about crushes. Meaning girls.
I tell her stupidly, Oh, actually, I'm really interested in my Social Studies partner. She freezes.
She looks up slowly. I remember this exorscit movie I watched. Then, the demon possessed chick. ((Who looks like mom.)) With her eyes all slowly rolling into her head, Kills the slutty chick, and the loser virgin boy. I don't know which she thinks I am. She blinks then, walks away. I hear sobbing. And a bottle popping open. Wine. She comes down half an hour later. We're both screaming. I end up crying, as she knocks things over. I scream, at her. Sorry, I say. But, I can't just turn off how I feel.