"There's nothing to talk about mom," I said, using the other towel to dry my hair and walking to the other corner of the room.
"Really?" she began hands on her waist. "You come home covered in blood and you expect me to think 'nothing' to talk about?"
"I was hunting" I clarified placing my hand on the wall and a space opened revealing my walk-in closet. I really don't wanna talk with anyone right now, I didn't feel like it, staying alone with my thoughts was what I needed, but my mom never seemed to understand that fact, she will push through in her motherly way to get answers, answers I don't think I can give and words I don't think I commune.
"In an unrefined way, Dace, which could only mean something is bothering you"
I noticed her shifted tone which made me flinch, but I chose to ignore it, I really didn't want to talk. Maybe my silence will push her away, she should give up, but trust my mom to always surge through.
