well yes my children, we're getting a cheeto pov

anygay i'm not the biggest fan of this chapter's content, but i like the way i wrote it lol

The doctor's appointment went alright. I'm barely thinking of it anymore while walking through the park on my way home. I smile a little as I take that one turn I wouldn't have a year ago. That's right, I don't live with you anymore, assholes. It may not be my favorite memory, but it did have a pretty good consequence, which is what I prefer to keep my mind on.
I quietly hum along to the music on my headphones that's loud enough to deafen the noise from the outside a bit and create my own bubble, but not blend it out entirely – I like knowing what's going on around me.
I arrive at the lake – a place I like to stay at for a bit when I'm not in a hurry. Just like today. I sit on one of the benches and look at the water, the sun's reflections moving with the smooth waves. There are a few ducks swimming in it and standing by the side, autumn leaves falling from trees and floating in the cool breeze. And some random kids yelling "EMO" towards me.
"I mean- I'm technically punk, but... Okay?" I respond with a shrug and awkward laughter. This kind of stuff doesn't happen too often, but more than I thought it would.
I look around at the trees and birds, the image of them calming me. That's why I love this place.

I barely notice the first "Diane?", I don't recognize it as my name anymore and just subconsciously assume someone else is meant. But the second one, closer than the first and spoken by a too familiar voice, makes me turn my head before I can think about it.
The calm feeling I felt just a second ago falls apart, disappears within the blink of an eye.
It's her.
You didn't really think she'd just disappear after some teacher told her not to stand by our school like a fucking creep, did you?
I'd hoped she would. But there she is, standing right in front of me.
"I don't- I think you've got the wrong person, sorry." I say, way too late for it to be believable, way too much staring at her with a terrified expression for her to just shrug and go away.
"Why won't you talk to me? Am I that terrible?" Dahlia shakes her head.
"Yes."
That one word slips out before I can stop it. I wish it hadn't, but somehow, I'm glad it did. It feels like a rebellion, like finally standing up for myself after years of silence, nodding, and "Sorry"s. And at the same time, it leaves this bitter taste of panic on my tongue, even though I no longer depend on her, even though I could just get up and walk away.
For a moment, Dahlia is paralyzed, staring at me with that well-known look, that mixture of shock and anger. "What- Why would you say that? What did I ever do to you?"
Fuck it.
"Do you want a list?" I ask, keeping my voice surprisingly calm while my insides are screaming in terror. I hide my shaking hands in my pockets.
As she opens her mouth for a response, I make a terrible, liberating decision. I stand up and interrupt her.
"No, seriously, what do you want from me? I thought I wasn't your child anymore, I thought you never wanted to see me again, you even kicked me out of your house, not even caring what would happen to me! I could've landed on the street, I could've died! You didn't even care!" My hands are out of my pockets again, gesturing wildly to emphasize every single word I'm saying. "And even before that, you didn't give a shit about me! Or Jayden! You just stood by while Gregor did whatever the fuck he wanted, you yelled at us, you manipulated us, you fucked up our mental health entirely! What makes you think I'd want to talk to you?"
Tears are in my eyes, tears of anger and relief, now dripping down my face and probably mixing with my eyeliner on their way. I don't care.
"Don't talk like that to your mother!" She yells back. "I gave you a roof over the head, I gave you food, I gave you life!" And while my brain is busy processing the next sentence she says and throwing sentences at me to respond with, her hand lands in my face.
My expression drops, and hers does, too. She's never done that. Not directly, not physically, at least.

I think I push her to the side as I leave, but I'm not sure. I only realize what she said as I'm already running.
"Aren't you even slightly interested in the reason for your father's behavior?"

✨there goes the wholesomeness from the last chapter✨
i was thinking of doing the cheeto's pov thing more often/regularly but i'm not sure yet, what do you think?