No sooner had you entered through the front door than had your mother pounced on you, smothering you in a hug.
“You were supposed to be home hours ago, I thought something happened!” She looked you up and down. “You’re filthy, sweetheart. What happened to you?”
Across the room, your sister - a tall, buff, broad-shouldered blond - sat on the couch. She briefly glanced at your for a second, then turned her eyes back to her show.
“Nothing happened,” you murmured, technically lying.
“Don’t you lie to me. Oh, my poor baby!” Your mother cried. “Look at this bruise on your face!”
She touched your cheek, and you didn’t even wince. You hadn’t even realized there was a bruise on your face, so it was definitely not as bad as your mother made it seem.
“I can’t believe this happened to you!”
“It’s just life. You can’t protect them forever, Mom,” your sister said, though her tone was full of amusement.
“The hell I can’t!”
“They’re practically an adult!”
“They’re my baby!” Your mother said. “So short…. so skinny…. so weak…. not at all like me or your sister…..what happens if someone comes along and takes you from me?” She shrieked as she shook your shoulders in a panic. “I won’t allow it!”
“What are you gonna do?” Your sister snarked. “They gotta live in the real world.”
“No!” Your mother shook her head. “It’s too dangerous!”
Suddenly, her labored breathing ground to a halt and her wide eyes calmed down. Your mother had an idea.
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