Shaking, I stand up, trying to steady my body and my mind. I make my way across the lot back onto the street. I start towards my house once again. My knuckles stings as I knock on the door. I wince as my mom’s sunken eyes meet mine. “Mom, I-” my voice starts to break, but she cuts me off with a hug. I break down even more, crying again. My sobs come out weakly into her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mom.” “It’s okay, Sweetheart. It’s okay. It was a lot to take in, but everything will be fine.” She pushes me back by my shoulders and studies my red eyes. Her soft hands brush the back of my splotchy cheek, and I hold her hands with mine. Her eyes grow wide as she catches my dried blood-splattered knuckles. “Ricky! What’d you do?” her eyes grow to the size of tennis balls before I get to explain. “Nevermind. Just as long as you didn’t punch someone like this, then I’ll just clean you up. You didn’t, did you?” “No, Ma.” “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up.” After a blurry mixture of hydrogen peroxide, bandages, and apologies, I’m off to bed. My body feels dead and weak after today, but my head is still curious about everything that I’m yet to know. I’m really not who I thought I was, and it confuses me and kills me. By now, I’m too tired to contemplate that anymore. My eyes flutter shut, and everything turns black. The following morning starts on a brighter note. Technically anything could’ve been better than last night, but it still feels better. Determination and a new
“I love you so much. It hurts.” I say as I bury my nose in his chest hair. I’m crying again. His hand strokes down my back. He kisses the top of my head.
“I prefer you don’t beat the shit out of anything. Relax. What’s going on here? I thought we were cool? I thought we’d decided you were going to leave?”
“It is going to be okay, we will get through this as a family.” Mom said, softly.
“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.
Anne’s eyes welled up with tears. “I’m sorry, Papa!” she put her head down on the table and began to whimper.
“I'm fine mom, Just a little cut from that girl exploding,” I reassured her, as she stopped in her tracks to look at me confused.
“Well, On Friday night Mom and Dad never came home. And it turned out that they were in a Car accident” And as i say that i begin sobbing, and i find it hard to breathe.
“She punched her in the face, a second later; Monica was on the floor, Amber on top, going ballistic on her. It was frightening, watching someone get assaulted like that, so I had to intertwine and stop the…”Monica interrupted him.
"I just found out," I sniffle, "that...that Mom had lied about my father. Turns out he died instead of leaving us. He was murdered...by my stalker. She had been lying to me almost my whole life, and I don't know if I can ever trust her again."
“I’m so sorry Callie. I didn’t mean too!!” I said while crying, feeling horrible about what just happened.
“I-I’m so sorry,” it's Taylor and she has started to cry. Taylor takes a deep breath and starts to fan her face with her hand.
“Oh, sweetie. I am so sorry. I know you didn’t want anyone to know.” Jane gave her a sweet half smile.
“Stop… please don’t hurt my mom I’m begging you.” My head facing the ground as I shook with fear.
She threw her hands to her mouth in shame. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. what happened? Are you alright? I’m so sorry.”
He looked up and said, “Living and dying is a part of life, honey. There's nothing for you to be sorry about.”