Realizing Amandine wasn’t going to leave her room, Aurélie stood up and walked over to the counter. She sat down and then rested her face in the palm of her hand, sighing. What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do, what am I gonn–
Her thoughts were interrupted by one she had been shoving away for weeks. She felt like she could vomit, but for the first time since it came into her head, Aurélie didn’t push the thought away. I’m going to call my parents. She steadied her breathing. That’s what I’m gonna do. She paused, then dialed the number she’d had ingrained in her mind since her early childhood.
“Who is this?”
“Mom, it’s me.”
“Aurélie, dear? Oh my, why it’s been years!”
“That it has, Mom.” She took a deep breath. “Listen, I don’t want to hold you too long, I just,” she groaned, “I just need some help with a situation.”
“Oh my god! Aurélie Thomson, you’re asking me for money? You’ve abandoned your father and I for decades and you only call once you need money? Your father died three years ago, Aurélie, did you know that?” Aurélie heard her mother huff on the other end of the call. “I cannot believe you, Aurélie; you haven’t changed. Not in almost two decades, you haven’t changed.”
“Oh my god, Mom.” I knew this was a bad idea. What did I expect to gain from this? It was then that Aurélie realized something. “You know what, fine, Vanessa.” She heard her mother gasp. “Fine. If you want to believe that I’m that lost little broken and defenseless child I was when I left you, then that’s your prerogative, and I don’t care enough to worry myself over it.” There’s a reason I put all that effort into leaving, and I’m not going to waste that effort now. I can fix this on my own. “Don’t expect another call from me.” Aurélie pauses. “And, if you would, please delete this number.”
“Now, Aurélie–”
“I know, I know. One can’t start a sentence with a conjunction; it isn’t proper. Get over yourself.” *Click*
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