A Pleasant Crisis (A short novel in process) :)

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Thank you for your patience! Enjoy! 

Part 3: Teen Relasionships Aren’t Serious

Brandi Broke

I flipped through my fashion magazine and finally was satisfied on page 34, showing an article about Paris Hilton. My hand rubbed on my back, swelling in soreness. I placed my hand back on the top of the bed. It sunk into the floral silk and relaxed in ease. I crossed my legs and put the magazine down. Something wasn’t right. I started to take notice of fighting from the living room of the trailer. It sounded like my son, Dustin, arguing with someone again. Dustin was in consistent arguments whether it would be with Angela, Skip, or even his baby brother Beau.
I stared at the door of my bedroom and wondered if my pregnant self should have to get up and amble across the room. I decided it was worth it and got up from my bed, waddling to the door. My body drenched in pain, my legs started to wobble. I finally made it to the door, out of breath. Opening the door, I saw Dustin and Angela in each others faces.
“Where we’re you last night?!” hollered Dustin sonorously. He tapped his foot on the grey carpet in impatience.
“I’m sorry! My mom was awake until midnight! I had no chance on sneaking out!”
“Well you could have told me!”
“She made me go to sleep at nine! She said I needed sleep for the college prep exams today! She even watched me go to sleep!”
“Shut the f*ck up Angela! You’re full of bullsh*t!”
“I’m not f*cking lying!”
“I don’t believe you!”
“Fine! Don’t believe me than! But I have one thing to tell you! We’re breaking up!”
“That’s right bitch! Get your ass out of here now or I’ll f*cking break your neck!”
Angela starred at Dustin for a second, than stormed out of the house in rage. Dustin glanced at the door for another second, than turned his head to me. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He apologized and stomped into his bedroom. I gleamed around the room in confusion and went back in my bedroom. I managed to waddled back on my bed and looked at my watch. Seven PM. Skip should have been home an hour ago.