I took a deep breath as the anxiety courses through me. I haven't seen my Mother all day but even then, I would have liked going the day without seeing her. She makes me feel horrible about myself.
"Mother, Greetings to you." I say as I step a little further in the elevator and she actually pushes the up floor, instead of letting someone else do it. A very odd gesture coming from her, but I don't question my mother on it. I just sit next to her waiting for this elevator ride to end, and what's worse is it seems even slower than usual today.. With her on here.
"Hello Victoria, how are you doing today?" She asks in a surprisingly calm voice and I respond to her almost automatically, "Great actually, I was just about to change and help-!" "Help Charles with Design Ideas? Yes I told him to ask you that and to tell you about your schedule today."
My heart felt like it slowed down as my mother so casually said exactly what I was about to go do. Not only did it catch me off guard but it makes me wonder why she planned this for me? And is Charles in on it? He can't be right? He didn't just want my help because my Mother told him to ask me right? It's not because he takes pity on me..Right?
So many thoughts ran through my head that I didn't even realize my Mother was still talking to me. It was not until she slammed her hands near my face that made me leap out of my thoughts.
"Victoria I don't know what the hell has got into you lately but if you were fucking listening! I said I only did this because of the bruise your Father gave you. Otherwise your schedule would have been the same today. Now don't takes these breaks lightly because they won't always happen. But next time try to stay out of your Father's way, I can't control him when I'm not around. Now go change, your more sweater than those commoners on a charity run."
The elevator door opened and when it closed my Mother disappeared with it, I didn't know what to say after that conversation honestly. It wasn't the worst but it still didn't make my day any better. Atleast she doesn't know about my plans or the letters though.
Because if I think her insulting me about how I look is bad, then I don't want to see what it's like when she finds out I'm trying to escape again.