Justice
“I swear to God, I will be fine. If we don’t get these filed, we’re in contempt,” I remind my mom as I pack up the bag of shit I need to go file at the courthouse. Again their portal is down.
“Right now I’m willing to be in contempt, Justice. I think it’s dangerous.”
I don’t know what comes over me, but for the first time in my life, I explode. All the questions I’ve always had about why my parents and everyone else treat me and Harley differently comes rising to the surface and I can’t push them back down. “Oh, screw you, would you be telling Harley you think it’s dangerous?”
She looks at me, her mouth agape.
“No,” I answer. “You’d send her on her way without even a ‘Be careful’.”
“That’s not true,” she argues.