Apologies

I ignored my mom as she poked my side and talked to me, attempting to make me talk to her. I refused, I turned on my side toward the wall. I didn't want to hear this.

After a half an hour, she gave a heavy sigh and stood from the bed. I could just imagine her leering over me with her hands on her hips.

"If you don't start talking, I will have no choice but to dance. I will show you the interrogation art-form of mothers passed down through our family tree." She said jovially.

"I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to dad. Leave me, alone." I said, scrunching further into the wall.

"I know you're mad at th-,"

"Do not. Say. "The situation". I'm not mad at the situation, or that guy from New Jersey. I am mad at you and dad for not telling us what was happening before you were ready to leave. You're not saving us, you're abandoning us."

"So, I guess that answers my question." Mom said, as though she were giving up.

"I'll live wherever Trey and Jacob want to live, but I don't have to get along with you to do so. Preferably, I'd like to stay here. But it will be whatever they want."

"You don't get it Amelia, I love you all so much, but you will always be the decision maker of your brothers. IF you're opposed to living with me, your brothers will be too. I just hope that you will let me teach you about the spirituality of magic and how it does and will impact you as a practicioner." She said before I felt her bend over my bed, bending my mattress a bit before kissing my forehead, "I am sorry. But I love you all so much. I'm going to leave now. Bye baby-girl." She said, silently closing my door after her while I buried my head in my pillow.