𝗕𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 - 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙯

𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 - 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲

July 11th, 1962

3rd Person POV

Donna was walking with Bobby and Scotty to the sandlot. They were a bit early, but Bobby wanted to work on his baseball skills. Donna skipped the sandlot with Bobby yesterday to spend the day catching up. Although, maybe Donna shouldn't have skipped. She missed out on Scotty loosing her fathers most prized possession, his Babe Ruth baseball.

Scotty decided to neglect telling Donna about what happened, although she would probably have a smart solution to help them find them ball. Maybe ask the old man who lived at the house to get the ball. Not forging a signature on a ball to look 'realistic.'

None the less, they continued to the sandlot with no idea.

"Have you even been to a baseball game, or a field, since we were little?" Donna asked. Bobby was sharing his knowledge of baseball players to Scotty, God knows he needed it.

"Yeah, I went to one with mom a couple months ago." Bobby said.

"...mom?" Donna asked after a silent moment.

"Yeah, mom." He said not noticing the change in tone.

"She's back?" Donna asked in disbelief. The note she left for her and her dad read 'I can't handle being a mom anymore' which led to the confusion.

"Yeah..." He said looking at her. "Has she not been here?"

"No." Donna said looking ahead into the clear street. "I haven't seen her since she left us."

"She told me she has been seeing you." Bobby said seeming as confused as Donna.

"She hasn't talked to me once. Not even a letter, a call, anything." She said feeling her heart shrivel up. She already knew her mother didn't want to deal with her. But knowing she was in contact with her own brother, and not her, hit a certain part that hadn't been affected yet.

"She lied to me." He said. "I thought she was getting better."

"You're not messing with me, right? Like she's for real seeing you." Donna said.

"I'm not messing with you Donna. She's been seeing me a lot, and telling me she was in contact with you and Bill."

Donna looked ahead for a moment feeling her emotions growing. "I just remembered, I have to help Karen with...a project."

She began backing up.

"Donna, wait—"

"No, I have to go help her." She said turning around and quickening her pace.

"Donna can we talk about this." Bobby said knowing there was no project.

"I'm fine Bobby. Go to the sandlot." She said making distance between them as quick as possible.

"Just let her, it's better to leave her alone at first." Scotty said.

"What about after the first bit." Bobby said looking to Scotty.

"Moms there." Scotty said.

Bobby looked at her walking further into the distance.

"I don't know..." Bobby said.

"Trust me. She's better with mom than me or dad. This isn't the first time she's had something happen." Scotty said.

Bobby looked at Scotty and Donna one more time before deciding he was probably right. He felt horrible for dropping it like that. He didn't know his own mother was lying about that.

Donna walked through the neighborhood with the tears threatening to spill any moment.

The disbelief coursed through her body driving her mad. Why would someone do that? How could they be so...low?