Post by Audrey Deacon on Jul 11, 2013 5:33:07 GMT
Audrey was, to put it in the most simple terms, mad and annoyed. She was mad at the world. She was mad at her biological mother for lying to her. She was mad at her father for lying to her, as well as Thalia, the woman she’d come to know as her mother. She was mad that her chocolate milk had gone bad, mad that her father was too distracted with his wife leaving him to even notice that at some point Aud’s milk had gone bad. Not like the milk mattered hell, in no way shape or form did it matter but it was something to be mad about. But all that aside it was the very least of her worries after she’d returned from nearly two months of camp was her spoilt milk, not when her new baby brother and sister had grown like weeds, insisted on drooling and chewing on everything she owned, and seemed to have some sort of odd quacking language between them, or the fact they did their best to be mobile. The real worry was the fact her father had cancer, well he’d had it and she had missed it, she’d missed the treatment too. Oh, how she hated him for it though she couldn’t bring herself to hate him forever - after what if she lost him? That wouldn’t be good. There was that, there was also the fact that like her biological mother, he’d driven away Thalia.
The fact Thalia was gone now was what drove her to pick up the phone and lift it to her ear, listening to the song on the other end waiting for Thalia to pick up. It didn’t matter if she was only 11 years older, it didn’t matter if she wasn’t really her mother. What mattered was that she loved her and she was tired of her father ignoring her and moping around. Besides - the family needed fixed. She needed to fix things, she missed her and after months of treating her like shit - she needed her to know she loved her and didn’t hate her at all.
When the phone finally clicked open and she heard the voice on the other end she cleared her throat and bit her lower lip before speaking. “Mom? Come home, please.”
The fact Thalia was gone now was what drove her to pick up the phone and lift it to her ear, listening to the song on the other end waiting for Thalia to pick up. It didn’t matter if she was only 11 years older, it didn’t matter if she wasn’t really her mother. What mattered was that she loved her and she was tired of her father ignoring her and moping around. Besides - the family needed fixed. She needed to fix things, she missed her and after months of treating her like shit - she needed her to know she loved her and didn’t hate her at all.
When the phone finally clicked open and she heard the voice on the other end she cleared her throat and bit her lower lip before speaking. “Mom? Come home, please.”
