Cocain's pov

Finally my dad made it down towards the kitchen where we was sitting

We finally began eating having small talk every now and then

After I was done eating not really talking much I brought my plate to the sink and washed my plate soon after I felt someone bringing up theirs they set it down in the sink touching my shoulder slightly as they did so

Raising my brows I looked up meeting my dads eyes

"can you wash this for me sweetie" kissing my forhead without waiting for a response he walked away knowing I'll do it even if he did ask

Humming softly I finished up washing his and my plate drying off my hands and padding into the living room plopping down on the couch I got the remote and began watching my shows

Feeling someone's eyes on me I turned around knowing who it was

Sighing deeply she mumbled " it would have been nice of you if you could have washed mines too"

Shrugging nonchalantly "I didn't see you nor did you put your plate in the sink when I was there"

"well you still could have asked"

Shrugging again I mumbled "that's not my problem"

Sighing even louder then necessary she put her hands on her hips and said quite sternly "if you really think that I am gonna be doing all the work around this you are deeply mistaken you need to help out around this house too young lady"

Now she got my attention fully turning around I glared at her "first of all you never told me you needed help Nicely may I add" getting up from the sofa I cut off the TV and pushed past her to go up the stairs mumbling "what kind of mom are you... You sure as hell ain't mine"

Making my way up the stairs I went into my room slamming the door behind me