Liar, Liar

“Elliot!" my mother screams in horror, standing up from her chair and approaching me with her giant hat and giant sunglasses, "What is wrong with you? How could you even think of hitting an omega like that!"

"Mom," I mutter, embarrassed, grabbing her arm trying to move her away, "I didn't mean to do that, I'll help her wake up."

“He totally did it on purpose,” someone whispers, making me growl, “I’d do it, too.”

"That poor baby better be all right or you're going to be in real trouble with me."

God fucking damnit. This is why I hate when she’s here. I can hear some laughter around me but I give them all a warning glare and they shut up.

"Get away from Monroe!" I yell, ignoring my mother and everyone’s whispers, "Go eat or something, I don't fucking care."

Fuck my life. Honestly, I should have known something like this would happen. Who gets knocked unconscious with a light punch in the eye? Of course, only her. So damn useless.

Although... okay, maybe a lot of other people... yeah, m