"I HATE MY MOM, I FUCKING HATE MY MOM" Alex walks in an hear you screaming the words at the top of your lungs. Her heart skips a beat when she understands the lyrics, "I fucking hate my mom?" Since when do you hate her? What had she done for you to be so mad at her?

You don't even notice she's standing there, the music is really loud and you're busy cleaning your books and your desk. "I HATE MY MOM, I HATE MY MOM" you keep on going without noticing her.

Every time you say "I hate my mom" her breaks a little more, she's in the verge of crying bur she's also curious about what did she do to make you hate her. She takes a shaky breath and walk to you, she gently pats your shoulder. You, that were too distracted with the music, jolts from your chair and look at her "Mom? What are you doing here, I thought you were at the D.E.O." Alex doesn't say anything, she just wraps her arms around you and start sobbing. You were really caught off guard by this but after a moment of shock, you hug her back.

"What's wrong, mom?" You ask, gently rubbing her back "Why do you hate me?" She looks up at you with red, teary eyes. Hate her? You don't hate her. "Hate you? I don't hate you, why do you think that- oh" realization hits you like a brick, the music.