Motherless Child ( Urban )

Can't Walk Away

Walk away Ava. Just walk away. I tried listening to my brain but I couldn't My feet became my brain and I began walking towards the small figure in front of me with rage in my eyes.. Just walk away, Ava, my brain whispered to me as I made my way closer.

I looked up and down the aisle and smiled at the fact that I was the only other person on the aisle. I tapped on her shoulder and when she turned around she flinched.

"Monica James. Never thought I'd see you here," my face amused, lips twisted in a snarl.

"Ava, where the hell have you been! I've been worried..."

I interrupted her, "Worried about me? Shut the hell up with all that lying. You're so worried but you have yet to even ask where Kylan is." I stepped closer into her area and even though we stood the same height, I seemed to overshadow her.

"That social worker lady is coming by the house Tuesday afternoon and your ass better be there or I'll find you personally. If you're not there we won't get that check."

"Fuck you and that social worker. The money you get gone get spent on dope and liquor for you and your shitty ass husband. All y'all can kiss my ass." My mind told me to walk away after this but I wanted to here the bullshit she had to say to me.

"Where have you been sleeping and who have you been around? You've never spoken to me like this and I will not tolerate it. I have legal documents that says you are my child and I am concerned about your well being."

All these lies started to make me nauseous and I wanted to pull out my pistol and shoot her in the face for everything she had ever allowed to happen to me. But instead I wrapped both of my tiny hands around her neck and squeezed all the air out of her lungs.

In a rough, whispered voice I dropped all the hate I had at her feet. " You weren't concerned about me when you watched you husband put out his cigarettes on my bare skin or when he beat me. You weren't concerned about my well being when you're punk ass husband threw himself on top of me and raped me or Kylan. Fuck you and your fake ass concern. If I see you again I may kill you so stay away from me." I could never respect anyone who allowed abuse in her household.

I hugged her neck a few more seconds and stared her into her eyes as I watched her search for air. Her body looked fragile and her face looked sicker than the last time I saw her. That's what drugs do to you. When I heard someone coming down the aisle, I let go of her neck and yacked up some saliva from the back of my dry throat and spit it on her as she fell to the floor rubbing her sore neck. She was dead to me.

I picked up my cart, painted a smile on my face as if nothing happened and proceeded to my original destination.

Checking out, I thought about how it would have felt to hold her breath hostage until she was unconscious. I hated her. I always told myself never allow anyone to get you out of character but, she had to be an exception. My body wouldn't allow me to walk away.

Short and Sweet. A hold over chapter to prepare for the next ones. I promise to start updating more frequently.

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