Troublemaker's Guide

Chapter 6 - Could This Day Get Anymore Worst?

Hurt?

Yes.

Furious?

Hell Yes.

Reason: Mother was modest enough to let a stranger borrow her car in an instant, but would provide thousand excuses to not allow her daughter to use it.

I’m allowed to be angry at this. My reason is downright rational. It’s insane that my mother cares about a stranger more than her own daughter.

What has this world gotten too?

“Yes Ivory, I let Daniel use my car.” She said, sweetly looking at Daniel – who stood next to me with an innocent expression masked over his face.

Innocent My Ass!

 “Why?”

“What do you mean? I let him borrow it because he needed it.”

“You could have sent him by a cab, like you always send me.” I stated, narrowing my eyes at her.

How could she be such a hypocrite?

“You are being absurd, Ivory. He’s our guest.” Mother clarifies.

“There were other cars in the garage. You could have let him take any other car!”

“He insisted, so I let him take it.” She replied, as matter-oh-fact.

So this is what it comes down to? He insisted. I insist all the time, but never once was my request taken into consideration. This is partiality! She listens to a stranger and not her blood – how cool is that?

“Why have I never got to use it then? I am your daughter. Shouldn’t I be given first preference?” I asked, and threw a challenging look.

“I don’t trust you with my car. And you hardly act like my daughter Ivory.” Mother stated, emotionlessly.

Wow. I had been rendered to speechlessness. Is this woman really my mother? I couldn’t ever imagine a mother saying such harsh words to her daughter. She practically just disowned me.

 Words Hurt. I understood that phrase better than ever. I gulped down the lump that had formed in my throat. I had to stay strong, no matter what! I wouldn’t show that her words affected me. They bruised my sentiments. But this was nothing new, she has been this way since quite some time and frankly I have learned to ignore them. They hurt, but I let it pass by. I try not to think about it profusely.

I forced a smile and said monotonously, “Thanks mother, they are just the words I wanted to hear.”

She didn’t deserve to know what I felt deep down. Nope. She definitely did not.

“By the way mother, your car is in garage.” I said.

“WHAT?” Mother shrieked.

“Your car is in the garage,” I repeated.

“What? Why? How? What happened to my baby?” Mother rambled on. Worry noticeable her expressions.

It’s rather sad that mother cares about a car more than her daughter. Strange but true!

“Two slashed tires,” I informed, rolling my eyes at mothers exasperated reaction.

“Oh My God! How would anyone be ruthless and do such a thing to my baby? What a heartless person! I’m going to sue the person who did to my baby!”

So much love for a thing that doesn’t even exist.  I sighed. What has this world seriously come down too? People find happiness in animate things not real people anymore!