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Author's Chapter Notes:
This chapter is super short, I know, but I thought it'd work out good this way. You'll see why when you read it.
~Later that morning~

The bright morning sunshine penetrated the air as I woke up - again - at 8:00 AM, and leisurely stretched my body out. Aaron sure had a way to make people sore, I smiled to myself as I grabbed a fluffy pink towel off my hook in the closet and walked to the door, opening it and getting excited for a nice, hot shower.

The door swung open, shedding light on my mom's still frame, staring at me with glazed over eyes.

"Mom!" I yelped, surprised, "How long have you been standing there?!"

She raised her eyebrows. "I don't... know."

"Did you want something?" I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. She didn't hear anything from last night - er, this morning -, did she?

"I saw Aaron leaving the house earlier this morning," she said curtly.

My heart stopped beating for a split second, leaving me room to panic. Oh fuck!

"You did?" I squeaked.

She nodded. "I'm not mad that you're having sex with him." I gulped loudly, my heart still put on hold. If she isn't mad, then why is she acting like that? Why is her expression like that? "I'm just disappointed in you."

"But Mom, I didn't -" I started, but trailed off. Is there really an excuse plausible for something like this?

"Not disappointed in that, just disappointed that you could have just told your dad and instead avoid that whole mess." She glared at me, as if Dad leaving were my whole fault. Wasn't she the one egging me on?

"Mom, you were siding with me too!" I contradicted.

She nodded, her face clouded with multiple expressions. "I don't know what I was thinking. But I know what to do now. You're out."

"What?" My heart sped up faster as realization struck me like a stuffed baseball. This was not turning out the way I wanted.

"You're out. Pack up your things. Living with you now is too much trouble for me, and you're almost 18. I'm sorry, Amy." Tears filled her eyes as she gazed at me with a new expression, sadness. "I love you. But this whole situation... It'd be better."