On the last episode, our heroine was blasted for venting about the home situation to an interested third party, treated to the cold shoulder by her mother, and promised a talking at by her sister.
On this episode: our heroine goes to walk it out and lands at a park. It’s nice and green and our heroine tries to remember just one reason why she shouldn’t just give it all up. She didn’t find a reason, but the birds were chirping and the air was cool and the sun was shining.
She then calls the interested third party to give her an update and to vent a bit more. She feels safe to do it, since she’s alone at this park and there’s no one around to object.
At this point, our heroine has been gone from home for two hours. She doesn’t feel better, but hey, it’s nice at the park, free of tension. Suddenly her phone beeps, and call waiting reveals her mother’s number. She switches over and hears the voice of the Lord of Lassitude.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“At the park,” says our heroine.
Our heroine bristles. Apparently, she can’t decide to go to the park by herself; somebody’s got to be there with her. She informs the voice on the phone that she’s there by herself.
“Are you lying?”
“Why should I lie?” Our heroine’s voice is cold and brittle. “What do you want?”
“I’m coming to get you.”
“No thank you. I’ll come home soon.”
Now the voice on the phone sounds annoyed. “I’m already in the car; you don’t have a choice. I’m coming to get you.”
Our heroine hangs up, fuming. They keep telling our heroine that she’s an adult and can do whatever she wants, but then they pull stuff like this. It was broad daylight, and our heroine was three blocks or so from home.
Our heroine is seriously considering doing a fade out on them as soon as she can.