Victim Who?

I opened the door and saw Octavia with huge bandages and her fuming parents next to her. "How may I help you?" I asked in an indifferent tone knowing why they were here. "YOU WILD CHILD! HOW DARE YOU HURT MY DAUGHTER AND ACT SUPERIOR!" her mother screeched.

Man, it is loud. I tugged my ear when I heard my mom say "Ma'am please come inside and discuss respectfully about what happened." As they came inside Octavia gave a bragging look which with her bandages looked ridiculous. I chuckled inside over her bizarre look as I walked to the living room.

My mom told me to get water for our guests. I came back and served the water to them. Mrs. Dave said in a flaunting and rude manner. "Get your cheap water away from me you wild child." She said with a distasteful look. Her husband reached for the water and rolled his eyes on his wife but Octavia's fake groans made him furious and refused the water.

I put the tray on the table and went to my mom's side. I knew her health was weak and I wanted to handle this myself but before I could say anything she said in the same dominating tone she used to use in the past resurfaced and I forgot about everything I was to say. "MY CHILD IS NOT WILD. I Have Invited You Into My House. I Hope You Behave As An Adult And Speak Respectfully."

They all flinched at her words. The first to gain back her facade was Octavia who said in a pitiful and exaggerated style with her crocodile tears. "Mom, Dad lets leave. I don't want to make a scene because of something like this. I am fine. I promise." She moved closer and then faked a cry of pain.

"Look at my daughter, your child has hurt her. She should pay for it." I saw Octavia's bandages and knew I didn't hurt her there at all. My mom looked at me and Octavia. As if she read our minds she talked ahead. "What proof do you have that my daughter hurt her." "How dare you! My daughter is a victim to your psycho child. She said so herself and so did her friends!"

My mother went towards the fruit knife on the table and made a cut on her hand. I got scared and was going towards her but she held her hand out stopping me. "You made this cut. I, the victim, says so. And my daughter also saw this. Did you not?" I nodded and understood her words.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaa......"