Nice Sometimes, Mean Most Of The Time

“Mom? What’s wrong?” I asked when I found her reaction weird. “Mason is not my boyfriend or anything, if that’s what you are thinking. I can’t even consider him as a friend, although he was nicer than his friends.” “His friends? What do you mean?” Mom asked, her brows furrowing. “Is it Ash and Haze?” “Yes… But what, how did you know them?” “It doesn’t matter, but listen to me. Stay away from him,” Mom warned as he held both my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “Avoid the Coleman family at all costs if you don’t want your life to be completely ruined, and don’t take my warning lightly. You don’t know how powerful they are.” I was about to ask why, but I stopped upon seeing my mom trembling in fear… for something I couldn’t decipher. “Mom? What do you mean by that, mom?” I asked in a worried and confused tone. “Do you know something you’re not telling me?” “You don’t need to do anything for you to follow me.” She stopped walking for a moment before looking at me. Her tone was scary, as