I woke up the next morning with a mission, and that mission was to make Ash and Fezco cookies. Yep. I'm being fucking dead ass. Mothafuckas ain't have cookies, well than guess what? I'll just have to make some for them.

   I made my way down to the kitchen, smiling instantly as I thought about last night, speaking to Ash for what seemed like hours and hours.. It was a while but not, hours and hours.. just a couple, or a few, I did kinda lose track of time after a while.

   I get all the bakeware I'll need, then moving on to get all my ingredients. Soon enough starting the process of mixing everything together. I made classic chocolate chip, figuring you could literally fucking never go wrong with chocolate chip.

"Oh uh.. Marina.. You're home." I look up, seeing my dad. Just barely able to make out what he said as the scoop of dough fell onto the cooking sheet. I smiled softly, taking out one of my ear buds, tossing it onto the counter before going back to work.

"Yeah, I'm making cookies for my friends." I smiled, using the ice cream scoop to scoop out some more dough. Plopping it over to the side of the last one.

"That's uh.. and you'll be going to see them after?" He questions. I look at him weirdly, smiling at him clownishly.

"Uhhh.. yeah." I say obviously. I laugh out some, almost done setting them up.

"Maybe, if you stop acting so weird, I'll save you one." I joke this time, putting the pans into the oven. He smiles some, me looking at him weirdly this time as I focus on him.

"What's up dad?" I ask. He smiles, more this time as he shakes his head.

"Nothing, just-.. Just wondering. 'Member, no boys." He falters, before playfully scolds me. I roll my eyes, smiling as I grab the dirty dishes, going to clean them while I wait for the cookies to bake.

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled in a mock voice.

   Soon enough the cookies, were done, sitting out to cool down. I had been scrolling through my phone previously, leaning back on the sink as I waited for them to cool, before finally figuring it's been long enough now.

   I pack up most of the cookies in a tupperware, leaving some for dad and Jules too. I hear the front door close harshly even over my music, pushing down on the lid before going to make my way through the house. I gave Jules a small smile to greet her, walking towards her with the cookies in hand, that smile dropping quickly.

"Did you have anything to do with this?!" The second I heard those words, as well as seen the tears come to her eyes as I got closer, made something in me drop. Her eyes looked at me with hurt and betrayal. I was so confused why she was looking at me the way she was.. What she meant when she asked if I had anything to do with it? Do with what?! What the fuck did I do?! I was so curious, kinda pissed she was blaming me for something- Though trouble making is my specialty- I don't recall doing anything, like, enough to make her look at me the way she is now.. So, now.. Now I was scared.. The urge to stop and turn around and just go for the back door instead, seemed like the logical choice. My mind practically screaming at me to do so... 

But I didn't.

   I slowly made my way into the room, my eyes slowly trailing from Jules.. And to my mother's.

   I stood there stunned, hearing the music blare from the air bud that I held in the air as I froze. Everything in me stopping as I wasn't sure what to feel. I felt so much hate, I could seethe. But I also felt scared, afraid she was here for good. That I'd be forced to have her in my life again. I can't.. I won't!

"Hello Marina. I was just telling Jules how pretty she was-You both are just.. so beautiful." She gives a welcoming chuckle, the smile on her face sending me into a internal frenzy, and not the good one that I usually felt with Ash. No this was a bubbling pit of, of.. raging emotions. Just boiling the longer I had to listen to her, see her, know she was here.. IN MY HOME!

"I just wanted to say hi-" She stopped quickly, Jules turning around sharply and went stomping up the stairs to her room, I'm sure. That thought confirmed when I heard her door slam shut behind her. The room was dead quiet as dad slowly got up his seat, sending me a quick glance as he mutters something to her and makes his way after Jules.

   I stand there silently, the whole room feeling like the oxygen was slowly being sucked from it. This woman.. She wasn't my mother.. To act so friendly.. Like she hasn't been the cause of all our suffering this whole damn time. Like she hadn't just forgotten and abandoned her children, on so many fucking different occasions. The hurt.. So much hurt, we had to feel because of her.. What I had to feel! I can still fucking feel it!

   I tried not to let my face show the tears I was trying desperately to hold back, not just from sadness but from rage too. I gripped the container of cookies, the two now being heard yelling from understairs, behind closed doors.

"-My forgiveness?! So that, what she doesn't, like, fucking drink herself to death be-" I looked up to my mother. My eyes empty as she seemed almost scared to look up at me, doing so after several attempts. I felt my lip twitch, trying not to let it tremble. Praying the tears would keep at bay at least till after her, or I left. Which would be soon, cause I'm definitely not staying after my father just pulled this shit.

"We don't need you.. And we never did. You're nothing more to us.. To me, then a bad dream." There were so many things I could have said, that I should have said.. but I barely had the strength to say that. My eyes flickered slightly, her looking down as she seemed to struggle internally.

   She soon enough got up from the chair, picked up her things and.. left. Closing the door quietly behind her. I continued to stand there, keeping the tears back still as my dad and sister continued to yell at each other, soon enough coming to an end as I heard the door pop open softly. Jules shoes stomping their way down the stairs.

   I stood absentmindedly, eyes looking up to meet Jules for a split second before dad came down the stairs. Dad hurries faster down the stairs, clearly noticing my mother's absence. He looks at me quickly, me giving a look back. I didn't need to speak, the look alone was enough. He scoffs softly, looking between the two of us before walking off, sighing. I looked back down, giving Jules a quick look. She stares back for a minute, turning towards the door as it slams shut. Dad clearly not finding mom outside. I looked down, turning around quickly, going for the back door.

   Jules doesn't say anything, either letting me be or still shocked over the whole thing.. or not caring. I rode on my bike to Ash and Fezco's, reckless as I usually am but more so as my emotions went rampant inside. I rode around their house to stall from actually going, hoping my eyes wouldn't show any indication I had been crying at any point.

   I finally stopped, getting off the bike, mindlessly making my way for the door. I froze for a split second, sighing as I hung my head, mentally cursing the woman for making me feel the way I was feeling. Causing my pain even now.

   I rubbed my face in frustration and shook my head of the thoughts, ringing the buzzer before I could stall myself any longer. The hum of the speaker coming to life almost too quickly.

"What you want?" I shoved my bitter feelings for my mother away quickly, beaming up to the camera happily. He didn't sound rude, his voice hoarse as it hollowed out halfway through. His voice.. I love his voice so much. I smiled more, holding up the container but kept my hands so that it was blocking its contents.

"What you got there, ma?" I smirked, shrugging innocently.

"Why don't you come find out." I grinned back. It was silent a second, waiting patiently as I rocked back and forth on my heels. Soon enough the door opened, Ash standing there with a brow raised, smirk on his face.

"Merry Christmas. Hey! Be nice and share them with your brother too, got it?" I grinned, walking in. I hand them to him as I walk past him, he looks down at them, looking back at me as I walk past.

"Is he here?" I looked around. My eyes glancing down the hall, having a feeling where he was, as I turned back to look at Ash. I smiled, rolling my eyes as he looked up at me. His eyes wide and mouth full.

"Yooo, these are fuckin' good. You make these?" I chuckled some, looking towards the room as I heard the sound of water bring rung out. My theory of Fezco cleaning up his grandmother being confirmed.

"Yep. Even used my father's recipe-" I turned back proudly, a smug smile on my face that I couldn't help from forming.

"-And he got it from his mother, along with all her other recipes after she died. So, see.. Grandma's cookies." He laughed out through the cookies, shaking his head as he continued to finish the one he was eating.

"Yous some'em else, ma. Man, f'real." I looked away from him, once again being drawn behind me as I hear Fezco make his way towards us.

"Ay, that you, Marina? Sup, kid?" I smiled to Fez, side hugging him as he made his way closer.

"Yo, man, check it. Marina made these for us. They're fucking good as hell, man." Ash still eating them, holding them out for Fezco to take one too. Fezco still held onto me, side hugging as he reached for one.

"Ay, these are pretty good, kid. Damn." I rolled my eyes, pushing him away as he grabs another one, heading for the livingroom. I turn, going to follow as I feel Ash walk closer to me.

"Thanks, ma." I look up to him, him only being a little bit taller than me, but still enough to where I have to look up. Him giving me a side hug as we continue for the livingroom. I smile, leaning my head onto him.

"You're welcome, Ash."