Unknown Child

Part 12.3

Whitney p.o.v.
As much as she yelled I'd like to think it's in a step in the right direction. My therapist said there would be some yelling come to grasp with everything we had going on.

I cleaned up after that and then headed upstairs. I passed Mya's room and I heard her crying. I contemplated whether to stop and check on her or to keep it moving and give her space.

I walked to her door and knocked. But she didn't respond so I walked in and saw her laying down with her head into the pillow. I sat on the side of the bed and rubbed her back in circle motions. Then something just came out of my mouth and took over.

Mya P.O.V.
I felt someone rubbing my back and then I heard it.

Mommies and daddies always believe.
That their little angels are special indeed.
And you could grow up to be anything
But who could imagine a king

A shepherd or teacher is what you could be
Or maybe a fisherman out on the sea
Or maybe a carpenter building things
But who could imagine a king.

"You remembered" I said turning around to face her

"You didn't think I would forget." In her voice that brought me back to when things were great in my childhood. That raspy low voice.

"Actually I did. I thought you forgot a lot about me." I said.

"You are my Mya my, I would never forget anything about you. Even if it happened during the worse time in my life. You and your sister are always on my mind." She said.

"So you do remember what happened?" I asked.

"I tried to block it out. But my therapist told me to let it flow and come back to me and it did. And I feel horrible about it. I should have gotten help before I got to that point and Mya I'm sorry. I can't say it enough." She said.

"You know I remember bits and pieces of it. The most of what I remember is that the person told me you didn't want me anymore. But when I saw that Krissy wasn't with me I thought maybe you just didn't want me because I was different. You use to always complain about all the hair I had on my head. That's the only you I remember. You as a junkie I guess that's what you were." I said.

"I hope one day you can remember me as something so different Mya. You know when you were a baby I lied to the world and told them you died at birth. Let me finish, it's was a foolish thing to do but at the time your father and I weren't talking. I went back to Bobby and I just was so upset with the world that I couldn't live out my world the way I wanted. I was America's sweetheart. I wasn't suppose to do any wrong. But I fell in lust with the wrong person at the wrong time. Had I taken my time I would have known that Bobby wasn't right for me. Your father was the love of my life and I lost him. I will never get that love back. But having you is as close as I can get. I lied because I was afraid of what America would think. But I want you to know I don't care what anyone has to say anymore. I love you and everything you are becoming." She said. I learned a lot about her, finally listening to her talk. It seems like she went through a lot of peer pressure back in the day.

"Thanks." I told her. Turning around in the bed. She continued to run my back before I felt a kiss left on my head.

"Mama loves you so so much. Have a good night. Let me know if you need anything." She said. Before I felt the dip rise in my bed and the door close behind her.

The next day

Mya P.O.v.

When I woke up the next morning I did not see Whitney and thank you god. I didn't want to be overwhelmed with her still in here. I kind of like the conversation we had last night. But it's just so much time has passed I don't know if I'm ready. After doing my hygiene and getting dressed I make my way to my godmothers room. I knocked and walked in not waiting on an answer.

"Okay see you in a couple of hours. " She said. I don't know where she think she going.

"And just where do you think you are going?" I asked.

"I have a meeting in California I have to get to." She told me.

"I thought you were going to stay until I got comfortable." I said. She kept moving backing her things as I sat on the end of her bed.

"And that was the plan. But I came to the conclusion you are old enough to speak your mind. And if something comes up you know what to do." She said.

"Godmommy please don't leave me her with her I barely know her." I said.

"She's your mother" - -" she a stranger" I cut her off. "You have been more of another to me than that last ever will" I told her.

"Mya I have to go" she said. Having father most of her things.

"What if she does it again?" I asked.

"Is this what this has all been about. Do you think she will relapse?" She asked me.

"I'm not sure but I don't want to find out the hard way." I said

"She not Mya. You just have to get to know her. Now I'm going to California and I want you to be on your best behavior. Go to class, go to therapy with your mother, speak in therapy and get to know your mommy." She said.

"I don't now how many times I have to say she's not my mother" I said.

"How about until you believe it." She said.