Please Just Leave Me Alone
Call me Jessie.
I stare at my mother as I walk into the kitchen, dressed in her little red dress. I guess I'll be staying up tonight, listening to her and some random guy get it on. I shake my head, drop my purse on the counter and grab a water from the refrigerator. "Going out?" I ask, glancing towards her.
She nods, adding a second, and a third, layer of eyeliner to her shadowy eyes She glances towards me, eyes flickering over me for a minute. "Who fucked you up tonight?" She asks, her voice drawing into long notes.
I feel my face go red, and I hurriedly take a drink of water, not letting her see my eyes. "Nobody... I just got into a bit of a fight..." I mumbled, turning away from her.
"That's nice, honey. Keep it up."
She is so clueless. "Thanks.. Jessie.." I muttered. Since I was five years old, she has insisted that I call her by her first name. I guess that may be the reason that I don't think she is that great of a mother... "Have fun.." I grabbed my purse from the counter, and slowly walked down the hall to my room.
She nods, adding a second, and a third, layer of eyeliner to her shadowy eyes She glances towards me, eyes flickering over me for a minute. "Who fucked you up tonight?" She asks, her voice drawing into long notes.
I feel my face go red, and I hurriedly take a drink of water, not letting her see my eyes. "Nobody... I just got into a bit of a fight..." I mumbled, turning away from her.
"That's nice, honey. Keep it up."
She is so clueless. "Thanks.. Jessie.." I muttered. Since I was five years old, she has insisted that I call her by her first name. I guess that may be the reason that I don't think she is that great of a mother... "Have fun.." I grabbed my purse from the counter, and slowly walked down the hall to my room.