Diary of a Biatch

20. How Could You?

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-Kaila's POV-

I couldn't really hear what they were saying - they were murmuring really quietly.

I was so confused - who was this guy, and why was he here? Was it just one of my mum's friends, or her boss, or somebody completely different...?

God, eavesdropping is so hard - especially when the people you're trying to eavsdrop on are speaking barely more than a whisper!

I had to strain my ears, to hear even the slightest remark.

I caught a jumble of words, but none made sense. There was a slight bit of giggling, blatantly my mum, a throaty chuckle occasionally, from whoever that man was, and just a few sighs now and again...

Wait, SIGHS?

My heart started beating a bit more frantically now, as the sighs that I heard were like happy sighs.

You know, the type of sighs when somebody kisses you, and you just need to sigh?

Yeah, it was that type of sigh. And yes, I thought as fury and betrayal beat around me, whoever that man was, he was kissing my mum. Kissing her, like full on fucking KISSING!

Anger built up in my then - who the fuck did this prick think he was, sauntering in here, and kissing my mum? Doesn't he know that her true love died a while ago? How can he even think of doing this to such a vulnerable woman, that was my mother???

Then just as I was about to stand up, and stomp over to the guy to rip his head off, my mum said something that shocked me to the core. At first, I didn't think she really meant it, or that I heard incorrectly. But then it sank in.

The guy had murmured something in her ear, making her giggle again, and then he said something in a serious, but low voice, just low enough for me not to hear.

But I did, indeed, hear my mum's response. And that was, 'It's still not the right time to tell Kaila you're my boyfriend, yet. I still don't think she's ready to know.'

I was shocked so much, that I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I was just frozen where I was, half-standing from where I was ready to knock off that guy's head, from preying on my vulnerable mother.

But I had been wrong.

Oh, I had been wrong all along.

No, it wasn't that he was trying to get it on with someone vulnerable. Oh, no.

She was giving into him - she wanted him to get it on with her!

Fuck - what has my life come to??!!

Why was my mum seeing another man? Why hadn't she even thought about what it could do to me? To Carl?

What about my dad?

Has she just completely and utterly forgotten about him?

She giggled again as that guy kissed her neck. My eyes saw red.

Yes, she had forgotten about him.

I abruptly stood up and stalked over to them, and without realising what I was doing, I had my mother's hair in my hand, and I was yanking her back from the guy. She was screaming from the pain, and shouting, 'Stop! Kaila, stop it!', but I just kept pulling her, my teeth gritted together, and I was snarling words at her.

'You nasty bitch! How could you just forget all about Dad and start dating this -' I jerked my head over to the guy, who was standing up, ready to pull me off my mum. 'This loser. How could you even think of trying to replace Dad???' 

She was on the floor, supporting her upper body with her arms. Her eyes looked guilty - so she should do - and she looked just about ready to cry. 'Kaila - I'm sorry. Please, Kaila, I wanted to tell you-'

'You wanted to tell me? Then why didn't you?' I shouted at her. 'Did he tell you not to tell me?' 

'No! No, no, he wanted me to tell you, but I didn't think-'

'You didn't think about telling me,' I finished for her. 'You didn't even think about telling your own daughter that you were seeing another man?! You are a bitch,' I said, the words distinct, even though I was boiled with so much anger, I thought I was going to burst. 'And I am ashamed to call you my mother.'

With that, I turned on my heel and ran out of the room, up the stairs, all the way trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to escape. Her upset shouts of 'sorry's' and 'Kaila, come back's' followed me up the stairs, but didn't sink in.

Wait - tears? Me, crying? No way!

I was almost too shocked to carry on running, but I quickly put the fact that I was near tears to the side, and concentrated on getting out of here. I haven't cried in years - not about anything. After my dad died, I cried a hell of a lot. You would of thought that there was a month-long thunderstorm with all the time I was crying.

But after that dreadful time period, I stopped crying. Just stopped. There was so much grief, so much terror, so much anger in me that I simply just couldn't cry anymore.

I've been like that for years, and now, I could feel tears brewing in my eyes.

I reached the top of the stairs, and tried to disguise myself as I sneaked out, as I didn't want anyone to see me like this. Especially Mollie, and I didn't want to ruin her birthday either.

But as much as I tried to get out of there without being seen, it didn't happen. Mitchell and Mollie both ran to my side, asking where I'd been, and what CDs I'd gotten. Mollie realised something was up, and tried to look at me, but I turned away and just said in a low murmur, 'I need to go,' afraid that my voice would break, and I would just throw myself into a ball and start bawling at the top of my lungs.

I pulled away from her as I ran to the front door, trying to yank it open. Mitchell and Mollie caught up with me, and they tried to grab me, but both missed as I finally got the door open and ran out.

And I just ran and ran and ran. At first, I could hear people following me, probably Mollie and Mitchell, but due to my amazing athletic skills, I lost them pretty quickly. Then my phone started buzzing in my pocket, but everything was just all blurred. I couldn't make sense of a thing. I just ignored the buzzing and carried on running.

All the trees and cars and people just flew past me as I ran. I didn't know where I was going - my feet were just taking me somewhere of their own accord. People tried to stop me, but I ignored them too.

I just kept running, and running... and running... and running...