6. Chapter 6
When I get home I head upstairs and throw my bag in my room before heading back downstairs. I clean some things around the house and head outside to get the mail. I frown as the first thing I see is a bill on the house saying we are three weeks late on the payment.
I sigh and set it down on the kitchen table so that I can talk to mom about it when she gets home. I do my homework then start dinner. I make sandwiches and macaroni cheese not feeling like making anything extravagant tonight.
Mom gets home a couple hours later looking worse than this morning. Her face paler her eyes more bloodshot. I set our food down on the kitchen table and sit across from her. She sees the bill on the table and sighs.
"So you read it" She says looking it over before throwing it back down on the table.
I just sit and wait for her to continue.
"My medical bills had cost more than I'd expected. I had to make some adjustments" She says reaching for my hand but I sit back sighing.
"I can't believe you would keep this from me when I asked you if we had all the bills paid" I say angry that she kept it from me.
"I'm sorry sweetie I was trying to not worry you. Your such a good girl and I wanted to make sure that you kept on track....." She says and I jump up cutting her off.
"Yes I know mom I'm always the good girl doing what everyone wants. Does no one care about what I want. That I am a person with feelings. You should have told me about this"I yell and she is taken aback.
I don't ever talk back. The last time was when I was six and I had wanted this doll. My dad had been so disappointed from the way I was acting that I had never done it again. Now here I was throwing a fit. I watched the same look of disappointment form on her face and I suddenly felt terrible. I hadn't meant to yell at her.
"I'm sorry mom I didn't mean to yell that way" I say and she just smiles softly taking my hand.
"It's okay your right I shouldn't have kept it from you when it was something I knew that you should know. I will tell you everything from this point on okay now go to bed it's late" She says kissing my cheek and motioning for me to head upstairs.
I walked slowly upstairs listening to my mother weakly stumble around the kitchen. Thinking as I go that I'm tired of being nothing but the good girl. I want to be more than that. I just want to be me.