Hear Me

He follows me inside the house.

Seriously, go away.

My mom's so happy to see him she hugs him.

I'm not touching her until she showers.

She says she will go get us a snack and then leaves.

Now I feel awkward in my own living room.

He glances around the small, cramped area.

This is what you did to me, Stephen.

He looks at me and asks me where my room is.

Crazy.

I glare at him and whisper at him to leave.

I clearly don't want him here.

He says he hasn't seen my mom in years.

No shit.

I tell him that when I stopped talking to him, I had a good reason for it.

I don't do things just because I can.

Not like other teenagers do.