Your mum banished you from her house

There was a pause, her expression unreadable. "Ok… great," she said, but the calm in her voice only made you more nervous. There was no relief in her words, no acceptance—just something you couldn’t quite place.

Her next words hit you like a punch in the gut.

"I don’t want to see you in my house until your dad is back. You'll have a lot of explaining to do."

You blinked, trying to process what she had just said. "What? Mum, please—"

Before you could even finish, she stood up swiftly, her face set in stone. She grabbed you by the arm, her grip firm but not painful. Without another word, she dragged you to the front door, your protests falling on deaf ears.

"Mum, wait!" you pleaded, panic rising in your chest as she opened the door. But she didn’t answer. With a sharp movement, she pushed you outside, and you stumbled onto the front steps, your mind racing. The drizzle had started to pick up, cold droplets beginning to soak into your clothes.

The door slammed shut behind you, and the distinct sound of the lock turning made your heart sink.

You stood there for a moment, staring at the door, disbelief mixing with hurt and confusion. The rain started to come down heavier, and you realized you only had your phone with you—no jacket, no bag, nothing.