Her Street Fighter

10.

Chapter Ten
Marebela

I was bored.

I have been in this apartment all day. Gunn should be done work already, but he was still down there.

I felt like I was back at my stepmother's mansion, but as soon as I thought that I felt guilty. Gunn was nothing like her and I would gladly stay here and be bored than go back and live under her roof.

I had been sitting on his couch watching TV. I found this show about a mother and her daughter called Gilmore Girls.

It made me feel waves of sadness. I never got to experience that since my mother passed when I was only a baby.

I never got my mother's nurture or got to feel the love of a caregiver. I was stuck with my stepmother and from a very young age, I was left to fend for myself and get treated as if I was nothing, even a crumb on the floor would get more respect than me.

I wouldn't even do anything triggering and my stepmother would find an excuse to harm me.

'My boyfriend cheated on me.' My fault.

'My favourite hairdresser retired.' That was my fault as well.

'My car broke down.'

'I missed the pay date for the bills.'

'Your father died.'

Everything that happened in her life was blamed on me and there was nothing I could do to escape it because every day she would come back with something new.

After a while, I got used to it and I was dreading the time when she would come back from work.

I was anxious to find out what she accused me of doing each day. I didn't want to be punished anymore.

I still saw her in my dreams. My mother. Not my stepmother but my real mother. I pictured her beautiful dark hair and bright blue eyes, everything she had, I didn't. I got more of my father's genes, but my father always used to remind me that I got her personality.

She was kind and loving, he had told me. She was a ray of sunshine, everywhere she went the whole sky lit up. It was something about the way she would talk so soft and happy with every word she spoke everyone was in a good mood once they had a conversation with her. She reminds me an awful lot of you, Mare Bear.

Mare Bear. I felt my eyes glass over at the thought of my old nickname. I missed my father so much. I even missed my mother even though I had never got the chance to meet her.

I wished I was as strong as my father explained my mother to be, but I never felt half as strong.

After everything I had been through, I was weak and sensitive.

I never understood how my father thought I was anything like her when I was not even half as strong as her.

My eyes felt heavy as I was replaying the distant memories in my head.

I fell asleep.