5.2 Daisy Chain

Chapter 5 - Part 2

I sat on my bed trying to start my homework but it wasn’t the same as sitting around Jazz’s dining room table with her mum bringing us tea and biscuits, fussing and encouraging. I tried putting some music on
to drown out my thoughts but I ended up lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, wondering, “what am I doing?”

I grabbed my stereo remote and cranked up the volume but still my
thoughts plagued my mind. The longer I lay there the more I wanted to
ring her and the more I wanted to tell my mum to go to hell and get a
divorce. I couldn't ’help but be mad at her when she was being such a
bitch and dad was being so nice. The longer I lay there the less I cared. I hated myself for being so selfish. I hated myself for being so torn.

I must have been lying there sometime, busy hating the world, because
I hadn’t heard the front door go and my aunty Charlotte arrive.

Charlotte threw open my bedroom door and it ricocheted off the chest
of drawers it hit. She marched up to my stereo and turned the volume
right down to a whisper, barely audio.

“"Are you blind! Can you not see what your mum is going through?”" She
rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. “"I'm so glad I never had kids. Right now, your mum needs you but you behave like a spoilt brat!”"

I was stunned by her brutal honesty. I felt vulnerable lying on my bed with her leaning over me so I started to get up. A lump rose in my throat at the injustice of it all. “"How can I know if nobody tells me anything!”" I whispered back with a weak and croaky voice that defied the strength I was trying to feign whilst standing up to my aunt.

“"Your dad slept with your best friend’'s slut of a mother!”" Charlotte’s eyebrows dipped and darkened her eyes in shadow. “"Grow up Emily!”"

Charlotte turned to leave the room and paused at the door. “"I’'m taking your mum to mine for the weekend. She needs to be surrounded by love and support and clearly that’s not you.”"

"“She made me give up Jazz.”" I whispered with tears building in my
eyes. All I wanted was my best friend. How could her mum…... And my
dad…... This was hurting me as much as my mum and she was just going to
run. I had nowhere to run to now! Nowhere!

"“Get over yourself Emily!”" My aunt said coldly and shut the door to
show we were done talking.

Angrily, I threw the remote at my door and watched it crack open and
the batteries spill onto the floor and roll under the chest of draws. Eugh, they’d be no getting them out! I was so angry, I’d had enough. With that I yelled, “"BYE MUM. HOPE THE DOOR SLAMS YOU ON THE ARSE!”"