"Dad!" I yell up the stairs. "Get down here!"
"He won't hear you." She smirks at me with her evil smile. I eye her suspiciously.
"What did you do to him?" I say, slowly making my way towards the stairs. Did she hurt him? If she hurt him I will make her life a living hell.
"Relax, he went grocery shopping. You know food, something you haven't been eating lately." She points at me, moving backwards towards the kitchen.
"You can't start acting like a mother now." I say, following her with my arms crossed over my chest. She opens my fridge and looks around in it before pulling out an apple. She bites it and I swear that I can feel the crunch in my bones.
This would be perfect if we were in Snow White. Then she would be dead. If only.
"You know, I actually am a very good mother. To a little nine-year-old girl, Ivy." She smiles, clearly trying to get under my skin. It's working.
I take in a sharp breath. So that's what she's been doing for almost 11 years since she's left.
"How dare you." I hiss at her. She looks at me, surprised. "You left us. Jamie, Dad, and I, to fend for ourselves. You left to go screw this John guy and have a kid. You never contacted us. Not once. You missed Jamie and I's kindergarten graduation! Now tell me how that's motherly? You are the worst mother in the history of horrible mothers. And what's to say you wont leave your new so-called family? But you deserve worse. I hope they leave you, lost, alone, and heart-" I get cut off cut off by her hand smacking against my face. It surprises me so much I lose my balance and fall on the floor. I hold my cheek, staring at the floor.
Tears well up in my eyes as Mary kneels next to me. I try to move away but she stops me with her bone chilling whisper. "I left because I never loved you. And that person you just described- it's you. You are going to die alone with no one who loves you." She stands up and moves towards the door, her high heels clicking the entire way. She pauses with her hand on the door knob. "And his name is Joe." And with that she's gone, slamming the door behind her.
And me? I stay on the floor, feeling utterly worthless. Why?
Because everything she said was true.
