Mommy Dearest [closed]
Feb 19, 2011 14:14:41 GMT -5
Post by Jessica Pruitte on Feb 19, 2011 14:14:41 GMT -5
“Mom, this is stupid, why are you sueing. I mean, I get that’s kind of what you do when you don’t get your way, but really? A school?”
“They took you without our consent.”
Gritting her teeth and taking a deep breath, Jessica tried reason. It almost always failed, but she was going to try anyway. “You didn’t even know I was gone, did you? Were you looking? Were you concerned?”
“I was pretty sure you were on a school trip.”
“No, mom. I wasn’t. What school trip lasts that long?” Her voice was raising now, her grip on the phone tighter than was even loosely necessary. There were few people in the world who could get under her skin the way her parents did. Patch, Evan--yeah that was about it.
“That’s not what matters,” saccharine, that was the only way to describe Tiffany Kenney-Pruitte’s tone. She was too calm. Too sweet. It was all for show, someone was there, and Jessica knew it. “They didn’t have a signed consent form, and they’re keeping- no Detaining you,” one could hear the capital “D” in her tone, “It’s not right and something needs to be done.”
“For who, mom?” Acid had crept into Jessica’s tone as she sat up on her bed, staring at a fixed point on the wall in front of her. “For you? For the family’s name? I’m sorry I turned out to be a freak-”
“Jessica Ann Puritte, you are not a freak.”
“Aren’t I?” She’d shoved herself off the bed and began to pace, her footsteps heavy against the floor of her room. This wasn’t going well, but no conversation with Mom ever did. Though, Jess would give her credit, this was the longest conversation they’d had.
“Of course not, sweetie. You’re my daughter, and I love you.”
Uh-huh. Sure. “Will you do something for me then?”
Tiffany hesitated on the other end, and Jess could almost feel her weighing the consequences of her possible answers. “Of course.”
“Don’t sue Hammel. They’re helping.” Which was seventy-eight shades more than she could say for her parents. They’d always been all about them. Who could sack the youngest, best looking person outside of their marriage. Who could do it without being caught. Who was keeping their youthful looks longer than the other. Rarely did she ever get mentioned, or even noticed by the self-centered parental units. It was why she’d managed to be gone for as long as she had.
“You know I can’t do that.” There wasn’t even a hint of regret in Tiffany’s tone, just the statement.
“I hate you.”
“I love you too, sweetie! Have a good day, and don’t worry we’ll get you home soon.” Definitely playing to whoever her audience was.
Jessica threw the phone across the room where it hit the opposite wall, splitting the flip screen off and sending it at an angle under the desk. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t even close to being caring. God she hated them. Every single part of the family she’d been born into she hated them. They claimed to be liberal. To look out for the well being of others, blah, blah, blah, but did they? Did they really?
No.
Snatching her journal up, Jessica grabbed a pen and fled the dorm, feeling stuffed and trapped. The presence of her mother’s voice still hung in the room and the cold of outside was a welcome change.
“They took you without our consent.”
Gritting her teeth and taking a deep breath, Jessica tried reason. It almost always failed, but she was going to try anyway. “You didn’t even know I was gone, did you? Were you looking? Were you concerned?”
“I was pretty sure you were on a school trip.”
“No, mom. I wasn’t. What school trip lasts that long?” Her voice was raising now, her grip on the phone tighter than was even loosely necessary. There were few people in the world who could get under her skin the way her parents did. Patch, Evan--yeah that was about it.
“That’s not what matters,” saccharine, that was the only way to describe Tiffany Kenney-Pruitte’s tone. She was too calm. Too sweet. It was all for show, someone was there, and Jessica knew it. “They didn’t have a signed consent form, and they’re keeping- no Detaining you,” one could hear the capital “D” in her tone, “It’s not right and something needs to be done.”
“For who, mom?” Acid had crept into Jessica’s tone as she sat up on her bed, staring at a fixed point on the wall in front of her. “For you? For the family’s name? I’m sorry I turned out to be a freak-”
“Jessica Ann Puritte, you are not a freak.”
“Aren’t I?” She’d shoved herself off the bed and began to pace, her footsteps heavy against the floor of her room. This wasn’t going well, but no conversation with Mom ever did. Though, Jess would give her credit, this was the longest conversation they’d had.
“Of course not, sweetie. You’re my daughter, and I love you.”
Uh-huh. Sure. “Will you do something for me then?”
Tiffany hesitated on the other end, and Jess could almost feel her weighing the consequences of her possible answers. “Of course.”
“Don’t sue Hammel. They’re helping.” Which was seventy-eight shades more than she could say for her parents. They’d always been all about them. Who could sack the youngest, best looking person outside of their marriage. Who could do it without being caught. Who was keeping their youthful looks longer than the other. Rarely did she ever get mentioned, or even noticed by the self-centered parental units. It was why she’d managed to be gone for as long as she had.
“You know I can’t do that.” There wasn’t even a hint of regret in Tiffany’s tone, just the statement.
“I hate you.”
“I love you too, sweetie! Have a good day, and don’t worry we’ll get you home soon.” Definitely playing to whoever her audience was.
Jessica threw the phone across the room where it hit the opposite wall, splitting the flip screen off and sending it at an angle under the desk. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t even close to being caring. God she hated them. Every single part of the family she’d been born into she hated them. They claimed to be liberal. To look out for the well being of others, blah, blah, blah, but did they? Did they really?
No.
Snatching her journal up, Jessica grabbed a pen and fled the dorm, feeling stuffed and trapped. The presence of her mother’s voice still hung in the room and the cold of outside was a welcome change.
