ZARAH~
"Nancy," I said.
"Yes," she answered, stepping away from my mom and walking towards .
"Take Elliott and go get so groceries," I said as I passed Elliott to her along with my credit card but my eyes were focused on the woman who stood at the entrance of the passage.
"Ohk." she said as she put Elliott down and collected the card, she was about to walk out the door when she turned back and said "I’m really sorry, I thought—"
"It’s ok." I interrupted "Just go." I said and she left us locking the door behind , I waited and listened till I could no longer hear the sound of her feet before I turned back to my mother.
"How dare you?" I growled.
"I’m sorry"
"You’re sorry?" I said angrily "You screwed up and now you wanna put your baggage on my son?"
"I’m not trying to —"
"Stop" I spat angrily, my eyes watering up as I spoke.
"I’m not trying to do anything to him, I love that bo—"
"You love what?, you love him?, you’ve only known him for a day, you knew from the day I was born and you couldn’t care less when they abused , when they hurt ".
"I’m sorry"
"I don’t care!" I shouted, unable to control myself.
"I fucked up as a mother, over again, and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but please, give a chance." She pleaded.
"Noo!!!, how many tis did I co ho with scars?, how many tis did I break down in front of the door crying my eyes out?, how many tis did you throw things at because I couldn’t pay the rent?, how many tis did you make feel like my life was a debt I owed you!" I shouted, my eyes glowing with rage.
"I’m so sorry" she cried.
"Tears? that’s all you have, tears?" I said, the intensity of the glow increasing with every second I spent in her presence.
"I can’t make up for all the tis I failed as your mother but please let try, let pay you back for everything I caused you" she begged as she fell on her knees with tears pouring out of my eyes.
"No, no no no, I told myself I wasn’t ready to forgive you, but I can’t forgive you, I won’t ever forgive you, cause I hate you," I said as the tears rolled out of the corners of my eyes.
"You don’t," she said, shaking her head in disagreent.
"I do, I—Hate—You," I said, her hands dropped to he’d sides as if she couldn’t believe the words that just left my mouth.
"You don’t hate ," she said.
"I do"
"No you don’t, if you did Nala would have bitten off my head already" she argued as her tears fell off her face onto the floor "You resent , you’re angry at but you don’t hate ", I stepped back unable to believe the words that left her mouth.
"I do."
"You don’t."
"I do "
"No."
"I do!!" I shouted "Get out of my house, get up and get out now" I yelled, pulling her up and pushing her out the door.
"If I ever see you again, if you ever co near my son again, you won’t have to ask to kill you again," I said sternly then slamd the door shut. As the sound of the door closing reverberated through the room I felt my heartbeat, heavy and fast against my rib cage, I couldn’t breathe, I rushed for my bag and took out my phone, hurriedly I tapped on the number and called, it rang for a few seconds before it went through.
"Hello," they answered as the lines connected.
"Hey, can you please co over?" I begged as the tears fell uncontrollably out of my eyes.
I sipped the coffee he had made for and watched as he finally took off his jacket and sat down.
"Are you ok?" Micheal asked he looked better, he was no longer hungover.
"Yeah," I answered as I skipped the hot coffee and nodded my head.
"You sounded distressed on the phone, did sothing happen?" He asked softly, I nodded in response.
"What? Was it him again?" He said, obviously referring to Damon.
"It wasn’t him." I answered as I put down the cup and looked straight at him "It was my mom."
"Your mom?" He asked confused "You’re not on good terms with her."
"I have never been on good terms with her."
"I’m sorry bout that." he apologized, and I shook my head.
"No need to apologize," I said.
"What happened? Between you and her?" he asked.
"When my dad left, she shut down, like your mom but much worse." I began explaining "She started doing drugs and beca an addict."
"I’m sorry about your dad."
"Don’t be, he didn’t die, he left us, He was the exact opposite of your dad," I said.
"Oh. I’m still sorry." he replied "and I’m sorry bout you Mom."
"Thank you."
"So what does she want now?"
"She’s saying she’s clean and she wants to make ands."
"And, do you wanna give her another chance?"
"I don’t know" I admitted "I hate her."
"If you don’t know if you wanna give her another chance then you most likely don’t hate her."
"What makes you think that?"
"If you hated her, it’ll be a definite No, although I get where you’re coming from, I hated my mom for shutting out, and most likely if my dad wasn’t the man he was I’d probably feel the sa about my mom right now," he explained, I looked at him and wondered, how are we so similar and so different at the sa ti.
"So what should I do?" I asked.
"I know you’re not ready to forgive her and that’s understandable but a lot of willpower to get clean and If she really is and she’s trying to make ands, I think you should give her the benefit of the doubt." He answered with a smile as he held my small hands in his.
"I will, thank you," I replied.
"My pleasure, I’m just happy," he responded with a smile.
"About what?"
"I’m happy that in your ti of need, you reached out to ." He answered and that’s when it hit , when I picked up my phone I didn’t make the conscious decision to call him, his wasn’t my last contact number, I just instinctively picked his number cause I knew he’d always show up. I smiled at him and took another sip of the coffee as we changed the topic to sothing completely unrelated.
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