On My Own

Chapter 3.

Lisa's point of view:

It's two o'clock in the morning.

I can't sleep and can't get my mind of what had happened.  If Adam truly wanted to be with me, he would have ended his relationship with Amy.

I'm not sure if I did the right thing by telling him off.

He is unable to control his feelings. It's fine to like someone, but being in a relationship with them is a whole other level. I'm not sure because if he truly loves me, there would be no other choice.

I'm not sure what I'm talking about anymore. Perhaps I should stop talking to Adam in order for my feelings for him to fade.

This is extremely stressful. Thank goodness it's the weekend.

I am awakened by a text message from an unknown number:

I'm not sure when your stupid brain will realize that Adam is mine, but this obsession with you thinking you'll have a chance with him has to stop!

"I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand! Why must everything bad happen to me?" I screamed. I threw the phone across the room as I picked it up.

I'm sobbing right now. I take a deep breath in and out, then wipe my face with my hands.

Crap! Oh no. As I picked up my phone, I began to panic. It's not working, it won't turn on and the screen is completely shattered.

 I walk downstairs to the kitchen as soon as I pick up the phone to tell my mother.

"Mom!" I yelled, expecting her to hear. "Where are you, Mom?" As I walked into the kitchen, I expressed my concern.

She isn't here. I'm wondering where she is—a phone call interrupts my thoughts.

I set my broken phone down and turned to my mother's cell phone, which was still ringing.

"Who is Tony?" I told myself as I held the phone up in confusion. No, I won't respond because I don't know who it is. I put Mom's phone back down and let it ring.

"Mom! Someone named Tony is calling you!" I hollered out, hoping for a response.

"Hey Lisa., what happened? I was in the bathroom." My mother appears as she opens the door.

There was a voicemail from Tony before I could speak.

"This is Tony, and we need to talk. Please allow me to see my daughter Lisa. Pamela, you can't keep me away from her forever . Please contact me as soon as you hear this."

The voicemail ends.

My worries about where my mother was had vanished.

I didn't know what to say as I stood there stunned. All I could think about was my mom lying to me my phone life about my father. 

I knew she was ashamed, but I couldn't bring myself to look at her.

She's been lying about my father for years. How could she have kept this from me?

I've always wondered why he didn't want to see me, but it turns out that my mother won't let him see me.

"...Lisa, I know how this looks, and believe me, it's nothing like that." Pamela shakes with honesty.

"How could you keep this from me!" I yelled at her.

Mom cries. "I'm sorry, he was an asshole and I hated him" Mom explains.

I take a deep breath in. I release it, trying to stay calm.

"Let's go to the living room, and you're going to tell me everything." I tell her as I am enraged.

"We sat down on the couch. "It all started...." mom began.