My Favorite Bad Boy

“What do you mean we have to move? Seriously, this is shit at the very least”, thinks Keith walking around his tiny room, “his mother had to be kidding”.

Her mother was always paranoid about Keith, not in the sense that she thought someone was going to hurt her, but if she got sick, or had any kind of illness, she literally freaked out. And the outbreak was even worse if she had a fever, at these times she insisted that they should look for Keith's father, a father that Keith had never seen in his life, in fact Estela, Keith's mother, refused to talk about his father, only doing so when panics over something Keith is feeling.

And therein lies the problem, Keith has been constantly having a fever and a horrible headache for days. What she was sure had to be a virus or something like that, but Estela is in a panic, packing her bags and saying they are going to move. At these times Keith suspects that his father has some rare disease, and that his mother is afraid that she has inherited it.

But none of that mattered now, the only thing keeping her from screaming at the top of her lungs was that it wouldn't help at all, and she was still in danger of the headache coming back.

She remembers the tense conversation I had with her mother earlier, where she tried to argue every way she could, saying that she was in her last year of school, that classes had only started for a month, that she wanted to graduate with the people who he'd gone to school with her since elementary school, even told her mom about Kevin, who had been her friend for the last three years and now they were finally stepping out of the friend zone and into dating, not even when he reminded her that she would be turning eighteen three months from now and that I wanted to celebrate with my friends and Kevin, it helped her a bit.

Estela was adamant this time, and nothing Keith tried to change her mind.

She stops in front of the mirror and looks at herself, the image reflected there shows a tall brunette, with curly hair, golden brown eyes, she didn't think she was the magazine model type, her breasts are too big for her, she likes her thick, naturally shapely legs, and she thought a little more ass would do her good, in short she thought she was an average girl, perfectly average.

She was a difficult person to let go and make friends with, she felt that she didn't fit in anywhere but when they got closer and knew her better, they saw that she was a nice girl, not even talking about my difficulty in making friends helped to make Estela change her mind.

She touches the crescent-shaped birthmark on her neck, which is so perfect that she has been asked several times if it's a tattoo.

“Keith has finished packing, we're leaving in half an hour,” says Estela downstairs.

Hearing her mother's voice, Keith couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy, as her voice shows weariness and concern.

She sighs and heads downstairs, determined to do something she's been avoiding doing, but now she has no choice but to make her mother see reason.

He walks into the kitchen and sees Estela crying, who quickly tries to hide it when he sees her, and Keith feels a twinge of regret, but his mother didn't give him a choice.

“Estela”, she says, because whenever she is angry, she calls her mother by name, “since you insist on going looking for my father, then it's time to tell me how he abandoned you while you were pregnant, let you raise a daughter alone! He never even looked for me or you to find out if we were alive”.