• "Vendetta, stop ignoring me, and come down stairs!" My mom shouted for the fifth time. "I can't." I snapped. "Why not?" She demanded, "mom shutup. Your losing your voice, it's useless to waste it on an argument your clearly going to lose."

    I turned off my laptop , sneaking it into my bag. "Hi." "Vendetta," my mom nodded, "grab your things. Your father is coming to pick you up soon." "Huh? You mean L? No. I'd rather not think of him as a father." I spat in reply.

    "You get your a-- in the car right now. I'm driving you to the airport,we don't have anymore time to wait for him.""Mom? It's only been five minutes! He should be here in another half-hour. God, have you been drinking again?" I asked. Raising my eyebrows when she lied saying no, I helped her back onto the couch.

    "Sweety, get me a glass of water." "Mom. I'm not your maid. Get off your skinny butt and get it yourself." As I'd suspected she tripped over a magazine on the carpet.

    "Fine. I'll go get your drink." I spoke into the silence. I walked over to the kitchen and .... CRASH. I dropped the glass, L was facing me from the other side of the hall.

    "Vendetta, come on! L's here!" My mom called. I noticed L was different from when I'd last seen him.

    "Come with me." L invited me to take his hand but I declined. "I don't want to hold hands." I glared a bit.

    "Alrighty then." Was his response, we stood in silence for a moment then eventually walked outside.

    I hopped in the car, "roomy." I commented. "Huh. Yeah? This is going to be a long drive." L advised me, "yeah yeah whatever." I responded.