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𝘼𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. I hadn't heard from my mother in ages. She'd missed our weekly phone calls and I had a gut wrenching feeling that something horrible had happened.
In truth, my mother had emotionally abused me since birth. She'd degrade me because of my abundance of beauty and her lack of. I moved out as soon as I was able to, then spent all my time and effort on studies. Although I loathed my mother, I felt guilty if I totally discarded her.
She worked as a maid in the Mott residence for Gloria Mott full time. I used to be best friends with Dandy, the son of Gloria but we drifted at the age of 9 when he 'realised his worth', whatever that means.
As you can probably guess, Dandy is your average stuck up brat, who doesn't know how to fend for himself without the help of his adoring mother. Now, I know I'm not an expert or anything but I'd always thought he was crazy even from a young age.
"Hello Mrs Mott. This is Adelaide Booker, Margaret's daughter. How are you today?" I talk into the phone kindly, being sure to word my sentences so that Gloria wouldn't know I'm too concerned.
"Fine fine! How are you?" She answers in her usual slightly spaced out tone. I gave her a quick insight into my current life at the Barbizon Secretary School. She doesn't try to hide her boredom with my news and attempts to dismiss me before I can get to the point of this phone call.
"I'm frankly overwhelmed Adelaide, I'll have to call you back another time." She says with little emotion.
"Well I'm sorry to hear that Mrs Mott, but I'm concerned about my mother. She missed our weekly phone call yesterday, Is she alright?" I ask in a light tone, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Yes, she's fine! Your mother works very hard for me dear. Right now she's at the farm stand buying winter squash and with the holidays coming up I doubt she'll have much time to call you for a month at least." She says in a not-so-very persuasive tone. I was unconvinced because I knew that even at the busiest times, my mother would always find time to insult me.
"You tell my mother to call me the minute she gets home." I say, dropping my nice act.
"I'll tell her."
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After about a week without any sort of communication from my mother, I'd decided to take matters into my own hands. I arrived outside the grand Mott residence, water fountains gushing from all over and neatly groomed trees swaying in the cold December breeze.
