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Mother Dearest

 

It seemed like an eternity as my mother just stared at me from her doorway. I just looked back at her wondering what she knew and why she would look at me with such disgust.

 

“Come in,” she said sharply while turning to head inside.

 

I follow her indoors reacquainting myself to the place I used to call home. It seemed much larger than when I was a child, which one would think the opposite about their childhood home. To me it felt much grander and even more unfriendly. How did I survive such a cold house?

 

Memories that had become distant in my mind decided to briefly return. They were loving memories of my father and I. He was the one that made it possible for me to endure this house. I was more like him, which made me love him and made my mother despise me more.

 

“Sit,” came the bitter voice coming from my mother's chair in the study.

 

I slowly walk into the room and sit in the loveseat near the wind. I hated this room; the atmosphere of it was much colder than the rest of the house. The only warm place was my father's garden which could be seen from this spot. When I looked out upon where a glorious garden should be, all I could see was death. Of course my mother would never think of keeping it up after my father's passing. She wanted to erase everything about him, but she would not be able to rid me of my memories. A tear came to my eyes and I quickly wipe it away, not wanting to show weakness in front of her.

 

“Drake called me last night,” she glared at me. “He told me that you walked out on him. What in the world are you thinking!” she snapped at me.

 

Her tone shocked me. He must not have told her about the reason behind me leaving that night.

 

“Drake must not have told you everything. The reason that I left was due to the fact that he was having an affair.” I looked at her, displaying my grief, which was not easy to hide.

 

“That's preposterous. Drake would never do such an evil dead that you accuse him of,” she looked at me with anger and disbelief.

 

“I saw him mother. I saw him with some whore in our apartment; in our bed, last night,” I looked at her with no emotion, hoping that she would somehow decide to believe me over my own fiancé.

 

There was a glimmer of shock as I told her the truth, but that was soon diminished with her cold stare. “If this is true, you will just have to get over it. Drake is a good match for you and I do not want to see you throwing it all away over one night of,” she paused, “foolery.”

 

I couldn't believe the words that were coming from her. How could she instantly forgive Drake of such a deed, and expect me to just accept it and go on my merry way to the alter?

 

“I don't know if I can get pass something like this mother. How can I trust him and know that it will never happen again? We are not even married and he is already being unfaithful to me. I don't want to marry someone that might end up being a mistake in the end.”

 

My mother stared back at me and I could see her rage building. “The mistake would be, dear girl, if you throw away this opportunity by not marring Drake. He is a very wealthy and successful man in this city, which would greatly improve…your status.” Meaning her status as well, I thought to myself.

 

My blood began to boil at her words, but what came next threw me over the edge.

 

“If only I didn't marry your father. He ruined me with his childish dreams. I should have listened to my own mother and thought about my status in life instead of following my unknowledgeable heart, but instead I was roped in by that dreamer, you're so called father,” she said with loathing evident in her voice.

 

I snapped. I suddenly jumped from my seat and pounded my hands upon her desk. I wanted to strangle her for the way she put down my father, the only true person that cared for me. “How dare you talk about my father in that manner. He was ten times a better person then you are and will ever be!”

 

Slap! My mother looked upon me with rage and fury as I held my now stinging cheek. “You will not take that tone with me again, do you hear me. You will walk down that aisle and you will marry Drake. If you don't, you may no longer call me your mother because I will be through with you. Get rid of that dreamer in you, that side that was inherited by your father and grow some commonsense or you will be alone forever,” she said with such cruelty that made me come to tears. I tried so desperately to hold them in but couldn't. I now had revealed the weaker side of me and I could see the wicked smile forming on my mother's face. She was getting off on my hurt and I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to leave.

 

I quickly rush out of the room and out of the house, hearing wicked laughter as I left. How could my mother be so cruel? What did father ever see in her, how could he bring himself to love her? With that I wept, crashing to the ground in front of the looming house. I missed him so much. His happy smile and intoxicating love that spilled forth from his body. He always was there to talk to and comfort me when I was in need; and I needed him now. I slowly look up and notice something. Adrian was still there sitting in his car, as if he was waiting for me.

 

I slowly get up from the spot that I watered with my tears and wiped the rest away as I walked to his car. “What are you still doing here?” I asked with a confused expression on my face.

 

“I don't fully know the reason. I felt like there was something. That you somehow still needed me, so I stayed. A-are you ok?” he looked at me trying to hold back his pity.

 

I rapidly shake my head no, as more tears flow from my eyes. He pats the seat that was empty next to him and I proceed to get back into his car. I look at him with my flooded eyes and he suddenly wraps his arms around me holding me in a comforting embrace. I cry into his shirt, letting lose all the hurt that I had held in for years, finally freeing it from its cage within my heart.

 

From the distance, my mother watched from her window as I got into some unknown man's car. She filled up with hurt and disdain at knowing that this would be the last that she would ever see of her daughter.