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“You know you’re not at work, right?” I said. “You know I’m not one of those prisoners on the cell block?” I popped my eyes open wide. “So why are you in here acting like you can’t tell time?”
    â€œI’m a little sick of your fresh mouth.”
    â€œYou wake me up at two AM . What did you think we were going to talk about, the weather?”
    â€œYou know what? It’s to the point where I just don’t know what to do with you. Ever since your father died you just act as if I’m the enemy.”
    I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. I had bigger fish to fry than this: like losing my boyfriend. “Please don’t act like the victim.” I shook my head. “That’s what you always did; you always acted like the victim when you were always the one to start it. So just go in your room so I can go back to sleep.”
    Apparently she didn’t hear anything I just said because now she was screaming. “You don’t tell me what to do! And you don’t talk to me like that, I’m the mother around here!”
    â€œThen act like it. I do everything and what do you do?! Huh? Nothing but work and ignore the hell out of us as if you are on the countdown for us to turn eighteen. So don’t come up in here because I didn’t wash the dishes. Acting as if you are Justine Simmons, mom of the year.”
    â€œWhat are you guys yelling about?” Hadiah came to my door, wiping her eyes.
    â€œNothing,” my mother said. “Go back to bed.”
    Hadiah stood there.
    â€œI said go back to bed!” my mother said, enraged.
    Hadiah looked at me, and I said, “It’s okay, Hadiah, go back to bed.”
    â€œYou sure?” she asked with a worried look in her eyes.
    â€œYes.” I nodded. “I’m sure. I got this.”
    My mother’s mouth hung open, and I could tell she was a mix between being extremely pissed and her feelings being hurt. I grabbed my comforter and pillow from the floor, pointed to the door, and said, “That’s called stay home more.” Not that I wanted her around, but Hadiah needed her.
    â€œI will not have you disrespecting me,” my mother said. “I swear ever since your father died everything around here is turned upside down!”
    â€œOh, now you wanna blame daddy? Here you go again being the victim.”
    â€œI was a victim! Your father beat the hell out of me!”
    â€œWell, now he’s dead so you don’t have to put up with him! All you did was call the cops on him anyway!”
    â€œWe had problems, and he had no right to put his hands on me!”
    â€œThen you should’ve shut your mouth and kept quiet. Then he wouldn’t have been stressed behind you, got cancer, and died. You couldn’t even wait for the ink to dry on his insurance papers before you ran and bought this house. And you only bought it so that there would be no memories of him here! You ain’t slick, I know your tricks and you don’t have to hold your breath because when I’m eighteen I’m out of here! Now cut my light off and you’re dismissed!”
    WHACK!!!! Have you ever seen shooting stars in the middle of your room? I could’ve sworn that my mother’s backhand across my face sent me to the edge of the Big Dipper, but I’m not sure. All I knew is that my ear was ringing and the left side of my face was burning. The same side that Ameen had left a bruise on.
    â€œLet me tell you something!” My mother walked up so close to me that I thought she was going to push me through the wall. “You don’t know anything about what me and your father have gone through. You don’t know how many nights I cried and begged and pleaded for him to change, for me to change, for us to change! You think I like what we went through?! But you know what, I don’t have to explain anything to you, you’re a child. You will get it