Our Painful Past

The Day She Left...

"I like it up here..." A small little boy says as he looks out into the ocean.

"I know. It's the best view, right?" A woman, who seemed in her late 30's spoke to the little boy.

She had long brown wavy hair, which seemed to curl up just in the right spots, she was also wearing a white flowery beach dress which followed the air as it blew from one direction to the other. On her left hand she had one big diamond ring and a tiny little tattoo with the word LOVE on the exact same finger.

"Mommy, I really do like it up here. Can we bring dad next time?" The little boy, who was now sitting on the grass, turned to face his mom with bright, shining, blue eyes.

She looked towards the opposite side. No, not towards the ocean or the little boy, but towards the parking lot at the bottom of the hill where they had climbed up to.

Her mind trails off as she remembers about their fight last night, the one with her husband.

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"Why don't you love me anymore? I gave you everything, didn't I!?" The woman falls down to her knees crying, she looks up at a tall guy with brownish-blonde hair and blue eyes, he walks up to her and grabs her hand.

"It's not that you did something wrong or that you didn't give me anything..."

"Then!? Tell me!" She pleads.

"Look, I've never truly loved you."

"Wha-what?" Her eyes open wide at his statement. "B-but you married me?"

"Don't you get it!" He shouts while grabbing a hold of her hands once again. He takes a long sigh, then slowly realizes her hands. "I did it for him... for him and ONLY for him."

"Then...why?" She says, staring directly at the ground with a blank face. "Why continue this lie till now?"

"..."

"You're not going to tell me!"

"I'm sorry, I just can't keep on lying, at least not with you."

As he finishes speaking, he stands up and grabs his coat and makes his way towards the door. "I'm sorry."

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'You're the reason your dad left us... I hate you, Max.' She starts to form a fist with her right hand while looking away from her kid.

"Look mommy, it looks just like the plane daddy flies."

'Your fault!'

"Look mommy, it's going away."

'I wish you were never born!'

"Mommy?"

'Never!'

"Mommy, are you-" as he's about to ask if she's okay, he gets interrupted by his mom.

"Can you just shut up for a second you worthless piece of crap!" She puts her hands on her head then throws them forward. "Ugh! You wanna know what daddy told me yesterday, huh? You wanna know what your daddy told me."

"Mommy, I'm scared." He slowly stands up and starts to backing away from his mom.

"No, Max! I'm no longer your mom, that woman is dead! Cause nobody likes me, max. Nobody does." She starts sobbing uncontrollably and falls down to her knees.

The little boy seeing this, gets closer but just as he's about to touch her, he hesitates then puts his hand down.

"...-te you" she whispers.

"Did you say something, mommy?"

"I hate you, max. There, I hate you. I hate you. I-Hate-You!"

"N-no no no! Mommy doesn't hate me" he shakes his head vigorously as he speaks, as if hoping for it to just be a nightmare which he'll wake up from in any minute.

She lets out a short laugh, then speaks up. "No, max." She stands up and looks down at the boy, who's now crying and shaking. "Mommy hates you and never wants to see you again. Now be the good boy that daddy loves so so so much and stay here."

She turns to walkaway, but max runs after her and grabs her hand.

"No, don't leave me, mommy!"

"Let go of me!" She shouts and throws max back, making him land with a big thud.

"Bye bye, max. Have fun finding yourself a real mom, 'cause I'm no longer your mom."

She starts the car and starts driving away.

"No, mommy! Come back! Don't leave me!" He runs after the car, crying and shouting till he trips and can no longer run. "Mommy! Please...please come back, mommy." As he cries alone by himself in the middle of the parking lot, he hugs his knees and starts to shake. "Please mommy...I'll be a good boy....I promise... Just don't leave me."