Jan 14
4:30pm

The moment you left the scene, your mother drove you straight home. You could recognize her anger as clear as day.

Both of you got out of the car and walked home, your mother closed your home's door once you walked inside. You remained quiet the whole time.

"Why did you talk to him again when I specifically said not to?" she asked while she crossed her arms. "Scara isn't dangerous like you say—"

"I asked why did you talk to him again when I specifically said not to!?" she shouted, which made you flinch. "I'm sorry." You didn't know what else to say and you hated it when anyone raised their voice at you.

"You say you're sorry but you will do it again. I can't believe my own daughter would do this. I thought I raised you better," she turned the other way and sighed.

"You disappoint me. You hurt me. Why would you do this to your own mother? How could you do this to your own mother?"

You could feel yourself slowly growing angry at your mother. You didn't understand why she was so insistent on this.

"That boy is— just so difficult. He will hurt you in the future, I know it. Don't you trust me? I know he will. He will hurt you in the future— he will. I'm doing this to protect you. Why won't you let me be a good mother?" she continued her ranting.

"If you don't leave that boy, then I will make sure he leaves you. Why are you so attached to him anyways? You've never had trouble understanding me before, what makes this any different?"

You twitched an eye, feeling resentment. Her words only fueled your anger that you rarely ever felt.

"I'm talking to you, y/n, haha, I expect you to answer me when I'm talking to you!" she smashed her hand on the table near her which made you flinch again.

In the spur of the moment, you spouted the only thing that came to your mind. "I'm dating him, mom."

Your mother quickly turned to face you the moment she heard you murmur those words.

"I'm sorry, what?" She said with a look of disbelief. "I am dating him," you repeated, a bit louder this time.

"That can't be true... you're telling me that you're dating the same boy that I told you not to talk to? Hahaha that can't be right. You're just joking right? Y/n, tell me you're joking."

"It's the truth, mom." You hated the fact that you told her the truth, you felt your stomach feel uneasy as the look of disbelief grew on your mother's face.

Her eyes widened after realization and she exhaled thoroughly. "I can't believe this... y/n, how could you do this? Why are you so blind! That boy is crazy! He's—"

"No he's not. Why are you so insistent on this, mom? What has he ever done to you?"

"I know him better than you. I've spent lots of time with that boy and I've seen his- his psychotic side. He has no self control. I won't let you date that boy. I can't let you. What kind of mother would want their child to date someone like him?"

"You're wrong, mom."

"Quiet. Don't tell me I'm wrong. Will you go against my words again? Will you disobey me again? Your father would be disappointed at the sight of you."

"No. Father would be more disappointed at the sight of you."

"What did you say?" your mother walked towards you then looked to the right, at the family portrait.

"How could you say that? That boy is to blame for this. You would never be saying such things if it weren't for him."

She walked to the portrait and grabbed it. She went silent for a moment before continuing again.

"Get out," she whispered. "What—" you took a few steps backwards. "I said get out," she threw the portrait across the room. "LEAVE."

"But—"

"GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT." Having no other choice, you quickly turned around to unlock the door. And ran out the moment the door was fully opened.

You could still hear your mother yelling from behind but you continued running.

The path you were running was hard to see because of the tears that overflowed your face. Though, the tears were more from anger than sadness.

You were not only angry with your mom but with yourself as well, for letting her know about Scaramouche.

You ran as fast as your legs could take you, to the one place you felt safe going to.

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It didn't take long to arrive at Baal's residency, due to your speed. Though, now you were a complete mess, panting and having tears flood your face.

You rang the doorbell and waited patiently, while wiping some tears from your face as more poured out. Baal opened the door shortly but her eyes widened at the sight of you.

"Y/n. What happened?" she asked, confused and worried. "She– ha– she kicked me out," you mumbled while panting in between.

Without saying anything more, Baal patted your shoulder. "Come inside."

Scaramouche hurried downstairs after hearing what happened. "What did she do? Did she hurt you? I'll kill her." He walked to the door before Baal grabbed his arm.

"You're not killing anyone. You're staying here with y/n. I'll go talk to her mother."

"But she—" "I said you're staying here." Baal glared at the smaller male and that was enough to shut him up. "Fine tsk."

"Take care of y/n, I will be back shortly," she said to Scaramouche before glancing back at you.

"Make yourself at home while I return, y/n. And don't worry too much about this."

You simply nodded with a smile. "Thank you."

Baal soon took her leave and Scaramouche grabbed your hand, forcing you to follow him to the living room. "Do you want water?" he asked. "No, I'm good."

You could hear him click his tongue as you were looking downwards in embarrassment for coming to their home like this. "Here," he gave you an unopened plastic water bottle. "I—"

"Just drink it." Scaramouche walked to the couch and sat down like a boyboss. "Alright."

You took a small sip after catching your breath and sat down as well. "What do you think Baal will do?" you asked, a bit worried.

"Whatever she needs to," Scaramouche replied while glancing at you. He sighed and brought his hands to your face, wiping your remaining tears.

"Don't worry idiot," he smiled, which he rarely ever did and that right away brought you solace. "It will be fine."

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Baal quickly drove to your home in anger. Being in a state of disbelief for what your mother did.

After arriving, she got out of the car and walked to your front door. She rang the doorbell twice.

However, your mother didn't open the door. Baal tried turning the doorknob and noticed the door was already unlocked.

She walked inside steadily and looked around only to see your mother sitting on the floor with the portrait in her hands.

"Ms. L/n. Why did you kick y/n out?" she asked, despite your mother's current awkward position.

Your mother turned her head around and saw Baal standing by the door. She quickly picked herself up and placed the portrait down on the table. "Oh, it's you."

"Answer my question," Baal crossed her arms, annoyed at your mother's ignorance.

"The answer is simple. If she refuses to obey me, then she doesn't deserve to be here."

"You kicked her out because she refused to stop seeing Scaramouche?" Baal narrowed her eyes.

"That is correct. I don't want someone like her to live in my house. I don't tolerate disobedience like you, Baal."

Baal clicked her tongue and glared at your mother in vast irritation. "You're mishandling disobedience, Ms. L/n. And you're being too controlling of her."

"I don't want to hear about how to handle disobedience from you. I know how you let that boy do whatever he wants. I refuse to let my daughter go down the same path. She will put herself in danger by doing so."

"You're being too controlling."

"Quiet! Don't try disciplining me, Baal. Now get out of my home, I don't want to hear more from you."

"If you're expecting y/n to eventually do as you say, you're wrong, Ms. L/n."

"I said be quiet."

"Y/n will do what she wishes. You can't control her life forever."

"Why won't you listen to me!?" Your mother ran towards Baal and tried slapping her before Baal grabbed her hand and slapped her instead, leaving your mother in a state of shock.

"If you wish to fight then we can fight. Otherwise, you'll allow y/n to do as she wishes."

Your mother's eyes enlarged in fury. "You— you will pay for this."

"Snap back to reality, Ms. L/n. Not everything will always go your way. Accept that. And let y/n decide for herself."

"You're trying to take my child away from me. I won't let you! I won't let you take her away from me, Baal!"

"I wasn't the one who kicked her out of her own home."

"Shut up! You're wrong. You're all wrong. I'm doing the right thing."

"Continue this behaviour and you'll lose y/n just like your husband." Your mother immediately flinched after hearing the mention of your father.

"You bitch, how dare you."

"That's all I wanted to say. I will take my leave now. Goodbye Ms. L/n," Baal turned around and left through the door, leaving your mother in a state of despair.

Your mother soon started sobbing as she kneeled down. "They want to take y/n away from me. I don't want to lose you," she aggressively ruffled her hair as if trying to forget about everything.

"But I've already lost you, haven't I?"