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Don't Forget About Me (CLOVES)

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"Picking my own daughter up at the police station," my mom's angry murmurs sounded in the car. "Did I raise you this way?"

In another situation, her words would have been quieted down by the noise coming from the world around us but it was the middle of the night and the moon was brightly shining above our heads which meant the roads were also less crowded and her words had the effect of a knife pang in this little space. Plus, she hated driving at night which was why she'd always take the bus to work so that she wouldn't have to come home by car when the sun had long ago disappeared behind the horizon.

"I wasn't even drunk," I defended myself but knew it would not work when she had already made up her mind.

"But you were at that party with more teens that had nothing to do there," she snapped back. "I guess I should be grateful some snobby rich man swept everything under the rug so they let you home with only a warning."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't understand anything."

"So I'm the bad one?" she exclaimed, irritated.

"If you at least tried to get me! But no, you don't even ask why I was at that party in the first place!"

My voice broke as tears threatened to spill. She didn't know. She didn't know anything.

"Okay, let's talk, young lady," she said as her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. "What could possibly lead you there? To join those egocentric people who probably even wipe their asses with their money?"

"Just forget it."

"No, tell me. I'm listening."

"I'm done! I don't want to talk about it."

"What do you want me to do, Beatrice? At first you wanna talk but then you don't. You know that you can't sneak out of the house in the middle of the night! Anything could've happened to you! Beatrice Pearson, are you even listening to what I'm saying?"

The fact that she used my full name meant that she was really pissed. But if I started talking right now, I was sure I'd burst out crying in the car and that was the last thing I wanted to do in front of her. If I told her that I let a rich boy yell in my face how he would have never spoken to me if he had known I wasn't as wealthy as him she wouldn't take it lightly. She'd only start another lecture about how spoiled they all were and that we should just screw them. It wasn't a new thing that she started to randomly rant about how self-centered were the rich people and right now she was furious.

But she didn't know that the same boy made his way into my heart in the last couple of months.

"Beatrice, I'm your mother and you can't just–"

I didn't know what she said next. I barely remembered what even happened after that. I could faintly recall the moment when another car drove straight into ours. But the events next were blurry.

However, none of it mattered in the end.

Because one information was enough to make everything seem worthless.

My mom didn't survive.

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