“Oh, just leave it be, Kurt. They’re friends—”
“He was naked.”
“WHAT?”
Fuck.
My.
Life.
“Skye Cross,” she ranted, ripping the covers off me so that I had no choice but to see her angry face. “You have some explaining to do.”
But after the millionth time explaining what happened, I vented, “What’s the point in explaining if you’re not going to believe what I say?”
Because they didn’t believe a word.
They didn’t think Hunter slept naked “innocently” in my bed without us touching. It didn’t help Kurt barged in on us while Hunter was kissing me—
Oh, I just wanted to hide in a hole.
Mom went on a tangent, asking me if I wanted to be a mama—did I want to have a baby, was that what this was? Did I want to have sex so young and be a young mom like that “blowfish” a few doors down?
It angered me. Made me blurt out things like, “You were a young mom, too. Suddenly that’s alright, but any other young mom is a blowfish hussy!”
That…did not go well.
Mom proclaimed she was different, and how dare I compare her to anyone else! We butted heads, and I was almost tempted to tell her I remembered all her late nights before she met Kurt. All the men that came and went. When she would leave me alone at six years old with nothing but a bowl of cereal and no milk and told me she’d be back in the morning, but those mornings turned into afternoons, and those afternoons turned into evenings—
I wanted so desperately to rant at her because I had so much baggage inside me, baggage I didn’t know existed until now. How dare she act like Mother fucking Theresa when she was worse than I ever was?
I couldn’t believe my thoughts.
Couldn’t believe I had so much rage I’d bottled in—what was happening to me? Where were these emotions coming from?
My eyes stung, but I didn’t cry. I glared at her, and she glared back and suddenly Kurt was mediating, telling us to calm it down. He said this was about Hunter being in my room naked and kissing me.
And I knew how it looked. I knew my story was crazy, and maybe I wouldn’t have believed someone else in my shoes if I was on the outside looking in.
“Put on the coffee,” Kurt eventually told my mom as he continued to circle the belt in his hands, staring at me like he was going to beat the shit out of me, though I knew he wouldn’t. Still, it unnerved me when he was pissed off. This man broke giant rocks for a living, and as a result, he was huge. “This is going to be a long morning for our bumblebee.”
It was.
It was avery long morning.