"So how was the concert?" my mom asks.
"It was great!" I grin.
She continues chopping up vegetables on the cutting board while I just play Flappy Bird on my phone. When I reach the number below my highest score the bird hits the pole and dies...well you flappy bitch.
Before I can start the game up again I hear my front door burst open and then Melanie makes her way into the kitchen. She flops down on one of the kitchen chairs beside me and I just roll my eyes, she's clearly not familiar with the term "knocking".
"So what did you think of the show Mel?" my mom asks.
"It was amazing. The only bad part was when I froze up and couldn't speak when we met the band," Melanie sighs.
Suddenly I feel like jumping over the table and choking her. I told her last night not to say we met the fucking band to my mom. What does she do? She tells my mom we met the fucking band.
"Oh I forgot I'm sorry!" Mel exclaims.
"Sorry hell," I mumble.
I look up and my moms reaction isn't the greatest. She dropped the knife on the vegetables and is staring at the floor wide eyed, mouth agap, and looks like she's about to have a panic attack.
She quickly recovers and before I know it, she's in front of the table in all seriousness and fear. I stare at her with a conflicted expression.
"What did you say? What did they say?" she asks.
"Well we talked for a little while. The only weird thing that happened is one of the guys asked to keep my water bottle, says he collects them or something," I answer.
My mother looks as if she's gonna faint. So I stand up and position my arms to get ready to catch her from hitting the tile floor. Instead of fainting she swats my hands away and slams her fist on the table.
"Keara go pack your things, only what you need though. We don't have much time and we need to get out now!" my mom cries.
Before I can object she shoves me in the direction of my room and frantically runs to hers. I slowly walk to mine and start tossing clothes and electronics into suitcases. Melanie walks in just as confused as I am.
"What the hell just happened?" she mutters.
"I don't know," I reply softly.
When I'm finished I sigh and sit on my bed, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. I decide to call my dad to see if he has any damn clue.
"Hello love," his cheerful voice says over the phone when he picks up.
"Mom's being weird," I reply.
There's a few moments of silence before the line goes dead and my mom comes in my room. She has a cell phone in her hand and is staring at me wildly.
"I just turned off our cable, Internet, phone service, water, and electricity," she announces.
Has this woman lost her damn mind? What has gotten into her? Before the concert she was acting fine and when it occurs she acts like a totally different person, a pretty wacky one too.
Before I can reply she races over to my bed, grabs my three suitcases and races out the door to what I assume is the car. A minute passes and she appears again. She grabs my hand and practically drags me down the hallway, with a stunned Melanie quickly in tow.
When we get to the door she doesn't open it, before she can place her fingers on the doorknob the door is swung open from the outside, and the last person on earth I would've expected to walk through it does.
Andy fucking Biersack is in my doorway with a police officer and doctor in tow. The fuck is going on? He looks at me with a look of pity, and I raise my eyebrows as he looks at my mom.
"What are you doing here?" my mom hisses, while stepping in front of me protectively.
"I'm just here for my kid," he says while staring me straight in the eyes.