The Ugly Truth

Chapter 4 - A Fading Mother

My name is Ana Jones.

My brother Kyle died less than one year ago and on the same day my boyfriend Ashton Young ran away.

After two weeks my father decided to leave my mother and I for a rich woman.

Like it wasn't enough, my mother sunk into depression.

She became alcoholic and stopped taking her medication.

Sometimes when I come home after school, I can hear her screaming in agony for my brother Kyle, a bottle of vodka in her hand.

Telling him to run away from my father.

She is convinced that my father did it.

That he murdered my little brother with no mercy.

Maybe it is true but I can't get myself to think such a horrible thought.

Now that I'm left alone to take care of what is left of my mother, I understand why he disappeared with someone else.

He wasn't strong enough to support the sadness of my mother.

He loved her so much that he couldn't bare seeing her sunk even deeper.

Even though it's probably not why he left, I really hope it is.

My mom deserves better.

Better than everything that has happened to her.

Better than what she had to live threw.

I wish I could be that "better" but I can't.

She used to be the happiest woman I knew.

Now no one is happy enough to support her saddness.

She is so sad that she can't take care of me, nor herself anymore.

***
(Flashback)

I was walking back home from school.

I only had a halfday because in the afternoon there was the parent-teacher conference.

For some reason my mother insisted to come.

Maybe she would be drunk and would forget all about it when I came home.

I hope she would because I wasn't intending on my teacher's meeting her and seeing how much of a mess she is.

I finally arrived on the front porch, lifted the welcome mat and grabbed the home key.

I unlocked the door, put the key where it was and walked in.

The house was worse than it had ever been.

I struggled threw the mess to get to the kitchen and saw my mother crying on the floor.

“What's going on?” I asked.

“I can't find my sock!” She almost yell, between two sobs.

“Its okay, you can take mine”, I said, taking off one of my sock and handing it to her.

She took it and put it on her foot.

“Thank you Ana”, she said walking away to the house door. “See you later”.

“Where are you going?”, I asked.

“Parents-teacher conference silly, where else?”, She answered grinning.

***

I don't know what happen during that conference but it wasn't pretty.

I week after the meeting, I got asked by the school board to moove in with someone else that was more... Behaved.

I didn't know where to go so I called Karen.

She is the only one I could think of who is strong enough to support the baggage that I carry with me everywhere I go.

I mean, it is her job.

She is a psychologist.

Her job is basically helping other's getting threw things.

Karen would be the perfect person to take care of me.

She could be legally responsable of me.

She said I could moove in with her in her huge two story house.

I obviously would need to change school because she lives in the opposite side of the city.

I could even be home schooled because she works from home.

I could start a new life.

A new beginning with the possibility of living a real and happy life.

Away from the death and the disappearances.

Away from my fading mother.