*Ella's Point Of View
Ok. So Nico told me to tell them, casually. So I am going to do my best to tell my mom. Tonight.
As I go downstairs, I can hear the TV from the family room, it sounds like someone is watching drama or something, coz I hear sobs too. As I go closer and closer, I can hear mom slightly crying infront of the TV with a pack of potato chips on her lap, watching the movie of Bea Alonzo and John Lloyd Cruz again for the hundreth time and until now I don't know what the title is.
Anyways, I came to her and excused her for a while. Then, she paused the movie. Actually, I don't think if it is good timing but I will try my best to tell her, CASUALLY.
"Ok, now Ella. Tell me what is that. But first, let me ask you, is that worth pausing my favorite movie?"
"Uhm, Mom? You actually watched that for the hundreth time, but yeah. It is worth it."
"So what is it now?"
"Mom, uhm, a while ago. M-my stepsister, i-is... uhm... a-a uhmm..."
"Ella, stop stuttering. Be clear."
"Ok. I'm sorry. But a while ago at the encounter, we met our Scout Patrol Leader. And my SPL is Candelaria Chavez. She is my stepsister. My Ate Candy."
"What? Really? How can she be a Chavez? And why is her name Candelaria now? And what happened to the both of you? What did she did to you?"
"Uhm, honestly Mom, I don't know. And she kept on telling me we are the reason why dad left them and well she called you a slut and I slapped her."
"What, you did what?"
"I slapped her, Mom."
"No you didn't."
"Yes I did Mom!"
"But why?"
"She called you a fu- uh. Freaking slut!"
"Language, Ella. Language."
"Mom, but that's what she said. I can't control myself."
Neither did I know, my tears just went down onto my cheeks.
Mom didn't answer.
She just shed a tear.
"Mom, I am sorry."
"Sorry for what, dear?"
"For slapping her, I guess. And for my language too."
"No it is not your fault. It is my fault, child. My fault, ok?"
"No Mom do not blame yourself, I-"
"No. Ella. My fault. Do not ever blame yourself. Ok? It is my fault because, she is right. I am a freaking slut before and I am just a freaking mis-"
I cut her off by putting my fingers on her lips.
"Mom, no. You are not a slut. Ok?"
She bursted into tears. And hugged me tight.
"Child, please forgive me."
"Why mom? You did nothing to me."
"You don't deserve this. You do not deserve experiencing all of these. You don't deserve me. I am sorry. Sorry, child."
"I deserve you Mom. You are my mother. You raised me into a strong good girl Mom. I can handle this. I can handle experiencing this Mom."
She continued crying. I mean, we continued in our sobs. We were still in each others arms. After a moment:
"Ella?"
"Mom?"
"Please, learn from my mistakes."
"But-"
"No buts. Just promise me. Ok?"
"I promise."
"Just remember, I love you."
"I love you more, Mom."
---- end of chapter ----
(Woah I actually made somethig long today. Haha. Amsoproud. Lololol. Anyways, guys please read That Guy On Stage ok? And also please please continue reading. And yeah. I guess you noticed the past chaps are full of crying and stuff so yeah, just want it to have something... uhm, drama? But dont worry it wont be drama all the way. So Vomment guys. Ciao. LOL, Cazzz
{PS. That LOL before my name means Lots Of Love. So yeah. LOL!})
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