Fuck You

Chapter 14

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Emilia
"Walk me through what happened that day," Dr. Allen, my therapist said.

I was supposed to come to my therapist every saturday, but I didn't want to. But I found myself coming once a year on the day my mom died, so he accepted that and booked appointments for me that day each year.

"Why? I already told you what happened that day.." I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers.

"Just walk me through it again, Emilia."

I let out a sigh. "My dad couldn't be in town to pick up a diamond necklace he had custom made for my mom. He was working, he was always working. So my my mom and I went to the jewelry store to pick it up ourselves.." I trailed off as I thought about it.

"And how old were you?" Dr. Allen asked. I don't know why he always asked questions he already knew the answer to.

"I was fourteen," I answered.

He nodded. "And how did you feel about your dad always working?"

"I love my dad. Yeah, my family missed him, but he worked hard for us and it paid off because we all turned out fine," I answered.

Dr. Allen nodded. "Okay, now continue telling me what happened."

"So we walked in the jewelry store. Mom was so excited." I smiled at the memory of the last smile I saw from her. "The jeweler brought out the necklace, it was beautiful. I remember it so good, I remember thinking I wanted a husband that cared about me and did things to make me happy like my dad did for my mom." I fought the tears that stung.

This is why I didn't like talking about it. This is why after that day I never uttered a word about my mom. I didn't even cry. I cried when it happened but when I went home, I didn't cry at all, I didn't cry at her funeral, I never cried again about her. Not in front of people, that is. I cried alone in my room every single day and no one ever knew. My dad sent me to therapy because of what I witnessed and he never saw me cry over it. He, my brothers and Emory treated me like I was thin Ice with three hundred pounds standing on it. Like I was going to break any minute and I probably was. They always asked was I okay, tried cheering me up, tried making me laugh, tried to get me to do family things with them but I completely disconnected from everyone for over a year. Even Emory.

Emory was the sister I never had. I knew her since second grade and she was in and out of foster homes up until she was fourteen, that's when my mom and dad officially adopted her. I was so happy that she was finally living with us, but not long after my mom died and I was miserable.

I was afraid of telling my brothers, my dad what I saw. I kept that memory to myself for years and I still do.

"It's alright to cry, Emilia. It's healthy," Dr. Allen assured me.

"As soon as she touched the necklace, a man came in shouting. He had a gun and he told everyone to freeze. I remember my heart dropping and I looked at my mom. She dropped the necklace on the counter and held her hands up. She looked over at me and grabbed me, pulling me behind her. I watched the jeweler take my mother's necklace and put it in his pocket. I was young, I thought he just cared about my mother getting her necklace stolen so I remember thinking in my mind; 'what a nice man.' The man with the gun walked over to us and held the gun up to the jeweler." I let out a sigh I was holding in as I stood up from the chair.

I walked over to the big window and looked out of it. We were up high, I could see people walking everywhere. I leaned against the window. "After he walked over to us, he told the jeweler to give him what he put in his pocket, the man saw him. The jeweler said no. I remember saying in my mind 'Are you crazy?' I was so afraid, tears were all down my cheeks as I held onto my mom. Then suddenly my mother was ripped away from me. The man held her against him, his arm around her neck as he held the gun to her head. I cried out for him to let her go, let my mother go, but he just told me to shut up." The events from that day, I could remember them like they were yesterday.