In jail, Cheska saw Justin sitting, his clothes looked so oversized, "What is that dress, Justin, it's not giving"
"Oh shut up"
Cheska sits on a cold metal bench, her expression filled with anger and resentment. Martha rushes into the room, her face etched with concern.
"Great, just what I needed. Mother to the rescue."
Martha approaches the desk, speaking to the officer behind it.
"I'm here to bail out my daughter, Cheska La Ayala."
"Alright, let me get her release papers."
Cheska glares at Martha, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Oh, how kind of you, Mother. Coming to save the day."
Martha winces, her eyes filled with sadness.
"Cheska, please. I'm just trying to help."
Cheska rolls her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly.
"Help? Is that what you call it? Bailing me out of jail for the umpteenth time?"
Martha's hands tremble slightly as she clutches her purse tightly.
"I know I've made mistakes, Cheska. I've let you down, and I can't change the past. But I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to get you back on the right path."
Cheska's gaze softens for a moment, but she quickly masks it with a scowl.
"Love? Is that what you think this is? It's control, Mom. You can't stand the thought of me making my own choices."
Martha takes a deep breath, her voice filled with regret.
"I've made mistakes, Cheska. I've tried to protect you, but I see now that I've only pushed you away. I want to be there for you, to support you, but you need to meet me halfway."
The officer returns with Cheska's release papers, handing them to Martha.
"She's free to go. Just make sure she shows up for her court date."
Martha takes the papers and walks over to Cheska, her eyes pleading for understanding.
"Please, Cheska. Let me try to make it right. We can't keep living like this."
Cheska hesitates for a moment, her anger warring with a flicker of hope. She looks into Martha's eyes, searching for sincerity.
"Fine, I'll go with you. But don't think this changes anything, Mom. I still hate you."
Martha's face falls, but she nods, accepting Cheska's conditions.
Cheska stands up reluctantly, casting one final resentful look at her mother before they walk out of the police station together, their journey toward healing just beginning.
As they went home, Gertrude slapped Cheska across the face, "Drinking?! You're underage!"
"I'm turning 18 this year!"
"Still, you're still 17!"
Martha spoke, "And you shouldn't break the rules!"
Cheska scoffed, "I don't care about what you say, stop acting like a careful mother! I won't even be surprised or be sad if you were gone a long time because I don't even need you!"
Grandma Gertrude glares at Cheska, her voice tinged with disappointment.
"Cheska, I can't believe what I just witnessed. How dare you speak to your mother like that?"
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Unspoken Desires
General FictionCheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
