This absolutely sucks

After my shift was over I walked out of Spencer's and shot a deuces from behind to James. Me and James are cool, but we're not the best friend type. He has a lot of issues and to be honest, I wasn't the holder to take all his information. People make me sick and repulsed. They disgust me, like how could you tell someone all your problems and then expect someone or me to just intake all of that and be like wow that seems so bad, I think I can help. Ummmmmm, no. I can't do that; I'll be so bummed out and feel sad (well not me, I don't really have the emotion of sadness). Emotions are not really in my body, my inner me.

I walked out the mall, and pushed open the doors to the parking lot to the main portion of the mall. I was looking at my phone while I was walking and then I saw this man with a gray hoodie talking to himself. Why was he talking to himself? Was he marking his steps of his life, like saying his schedule for the day?

"Hey James, remember me darling?" The raspy, deep voice made my body tingle a little. I knew that maybe if I did turn around I would see the worst. I turned around slowly and steadily to see who was calling my name. It was a voice I knew, and I feared me staring face to face to the malicious woman with pale, white skin that I would die in her presence. And then I saw, it was my evil, vile mother. I don't want to sound like a narrator in a princess story with the wretched mother or stepmother, but my mother is actually evil. I didn't want to bump into her while getting off a long, hard(not hard at all just boring), day of work. I guess I'll speak to her, but why, just why?

I looked up a little from my phone and said, "Hi, mother" with a hard sigh.

"Shugga bun, I missed you. How are you lately? I see that you might work at this run down mall. Please tell me you are not."

"I am actually."

"I taught you better than that, but it's your life, not mine."

"I know." I walked past her and kept walking towards my car, but she came up behind me still chattering her life away. To be honest she seemed like a whole Karen, but extra annoying.

"Baby, I wanted to ask what store do you work at? I'm curious to know. If you work at Belks I would love the discounts that you'll get, because you don't know anyone that goes into Belks. It's for nice, sophisticated women like me."

"I work in Spencer's mom." I turned around to her with a happy smile on my face, because I know Karens like her would hate Spencer's. So dark and dead with many erotic stuff. I wanted to make her so upset that she'll leave with her crooked Karen wig on and babble about how he son works in the worst place in the world (definitely not the worst at all, I love Spencer's). Just leave and go buy your grandma clothes in Belks.

"What in the hell Vin? What were you thinking? My son that came from me works at a devil worshiping store!"

"Yep, I sure do Karen." I just needed her to leave me alone and let me go home and get some sleep. It's around my nap time and I don't want my eyes to be dozing off while I'm on the road.

"Listen Vin, I'm sorry but there are so many other places for you to work at than there and I know you know that."

"The fact that parents think it's ok to judge what their children do is revolting. You as a mother should encourage me, not try to annihilate me, I'M YOUR SON!"

I opened my car door and rolled down the passenger window as she was trying to tell me more about how I should've worked at Belk than Spencer's then I said, "Lean down to my level mom."

She bent down as I said and she look so pitiful that her posture was so tattered.

"I love you and I hate you, but the hate is at least a good 99.999999999999 percent and the love is 0.0000000000001percent." Then I flipped her off and drove away. She deserved the lovely middle finger that I so kindly offered her without asking if she wanted it or not. I saw her in my rear view mirror and saw her walk into the mall. I have no care for her at all. If she was a tender hearted mother then I would love her even more than my 0.0000000000001 percent.

I needed a mom more than anything, and when you lose that love from a parent who gave life to you, you then have to rove around and seek for that kind of parently love, then you'll become lost. No one can help you and take care of you like a mother can. I could only see moms on tv and wonder how my childhood might have been different. Like going to soccer games, eating icecream together, play board games, go camping, and hike on the canyons and mountains high above. I crave that type of love and I always will, because no one can be the mom that your mom should've been.

I drove with a slight anger going through my hands. I was so mad that I got abandoned by my own mom. I needed to pull over and so I did. I was near a gas station so I walked inside to grab a few snacks. I searched for the skittles, and butterfinger by my surprise they didn't have any. They would've been so tasty but they didn't have any(which really sucks). What kind of gas station is this?Not having the two best brands in the store. I love how gas stations always have those bright lights like in a hospital and they have that unique smell that makes you feel good. I went to the counter to see if the man didn't stock recently, maybe he had the skittles back there. Why slack on your job? It gives the business less money and even you.

"Hey sir, Are there any skittles and a bar of butterfinger in the back?"

"No. Is that all you need?" The big buff dude said it in such a rude way, but I won't be disrespectful because I think he could sit on my chest and I would shatter like a fallen mirror.

"Yes. That's all." I just left and went back in my car. Why does this have to happen to me?