Spencer’s POV

I’ve been sitting at this table with my mom and sister for about twenty minutes now and ‘m beyond ready to go. My mom has been talking about her new family the last ten minutes. And it’s really starting to piss me off that she can sit her and tell the children that she abandon about her new happy family. So far she told us she married the guy she left us for, Adam. Oh and get this she has a two year old son, Matt. I wonder if he even knows about us. It doesn’t matter thought I probably want talk to my mom after this little dinner.

“So… Spencer what’s been going on with you? Getting good grades in school, I hope?” My mom asks breaking me from my thoughts. This is the first time she has asked me something since we’ve been here. Most of the conversations was either talking about Paige and her moving out of our grandma’s house or her life after us. But either way this will be the first time I have spook since arriving. And unlike my sister I don’t believe on playing nice.

“What’s been going on with me, let’s see…” I say sitting up in my chair so I can look right into her eyes. “Ok I got it… lets start with how after you left dad started to beat the shit out of us. Even broke my arm one time. Or would you rather hear about how he packed his shit and left two years after you. But…”

“Spence. Don’t.” Paige pleads.

“No Paige, she asked a question. I’m just trying to answer it.” I tell her then look back at my silent mother. “In you know what mom?” I ask fully expecting the answer I didn’t get. She just stared at me so I continued. “I was glad to see him go. The day he walked out I was so happy. His leaving meant less worrying, no more fear, fewer tears.” I tell her trying my best to hold back the tears I want to release so bad. “But then I was like, damn. Both of my parents left me. So what does one do, when hurt?” She just continues to stare. “You don’t know? Well let me tell you my experience. I became a fuck up. I started to drink, party, skip school… what ever. Because I figured who cares, right? My parents don’t.” I’m shocked that so far I’ve managed to keep my voice calm, even though I certainly am anything but. “But then I stopped and thought about it and decided I care. I care about me. Don’t get me wrong even after deciding I didn’t want to be my parents, I still got into some trouble. But even then I was better. Then pain showed back up in the form of my father. But some who do want me stopped him with her love.” I tell her thinking back to the exchange between Ashley in my dad. “Now you’re trying to come back… or whatever.” I say keeping eye contact. “But… I don’t want you back. I don’t want to get hurt again, when you feel like you can’t be my mom anymore.” I say finally letting a tear slid down my face as I get up and leave the small restaurant that we decided to meet at.