"What's happening?" Jane asked, catching the attention of her daughter and son.
Jon looked around and glared at her, looking just as perturbed as Zoe usually did when she was interrupted. He stood up and said "Come on, Zoe. Let's get the fuck out of here." Zoe stood up too and they both walked towards the front door.
"Wait a minute. Where are you going?" Jane asked.
"Anywhere but here," Jon said.
"Wait," Jane said, grabbing Jon's fishnet-covered arm.
"Get the fuck off of me," Jon spat.
Jane let go, shocked that Jon would speak to her like that. Then, as Jon opened the door to leave, Jane pulled herself together. "You can't talk to me like that."
Jon turned and gave her the middle finger. "I can say whatever I want, so fuck you."
Zoe smiled at that. She loved it when her brother stood up to their bitchy mom.
Jane just stood there in shock, as her son and daughter left. She had no idea what was happening or how to make things right.
