She Can't Be Your Mate novel Chapter 7

"Only a couple hundred students survived the attack. Out of thousands mom! I almost died and all you seem to care about is how I wasn't home. You know you're lucky I'm even here-" She cut me off with a laugh.

"Don't be so dramatic." She rolled her blue eyes. Sometimes I wish I had my fathers eyes, then maybe I could remember him. Instead, I have this momster's eyes.

"Dramatic? There are over two thousands parents mourning their children right now because they also didn't come home, and won't ever come home and you're giving me a lecture about being home on time? I can't believe you! Why can't you just pretend you care about me? Do you see these bruises?!" I yelled and pointed at my face and arms. "I was kidnapped! And beaten. I haven't eaten anything since Thursday night-which was dinner I made for myself because you weren't home-and I was knocked unconscious at one point but you're right, sorry for not being home on time." I huffed and stomped past her and down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, I saw her car keys. I could stay and pretend to be her perfect daughter, or I could leave and-well I don't know. I made my decision and grabbed them, making a beeline for the front door. Once inside the car, my mom ran outside and I quickly locked the doors.

"Get out of the fucking car Davina!" She pounded on the driver side window and tried opening the door. "Devina Ross Stavros! Unlock the door now!" She tried going around to the other side but it was already locked. I shoved the keys into the ignition, the car struggled a little, but then roared to life. "This is illegal! You don't have your license!" She was right, she refused to sign me up for driver's ED so I only had my permit which allowed me to drive with a licensed driver over the age of 18. I immediately thought of Zane and closed my eyes. I didn't want him to leave last night, but what was I expecting? Him to tell me I couldn't go home? That's what I secretly hoped. Goddess this is all so crazy. I put the car in reverse and looked over to my mother.

"I hope I never see you again," I yelled and swiftly backed out of the driveway and sped off down the street. My mother's response?

"I'm calling the cops you brat!"

I had no clue where I was going, I just followed the roads and switched between left and right every once in awhile. I was glad I had changed into a new sweatshirt and some jeans this morning but my hair was still a mess. Once I was on some random gravel road on the outskirts of town, I pulled over and reached inside the center console. Finding what I was looking for, I put on my mom's sunglasses and slicked my long hair up into a messy bun. Hopefully, I look a little older. After I was in my "disguise" I continued driving down the road until it started getting dark. Minutes later I saw red and blue lights flashing in my rear view mirror and heard the wail of sirens warning me to stop.