Gertrude entered Cheska's bedroom, "Cheska, how about you go to New York and study in Castlemonte?"
Cheska gasp, "No! Out of all school, I am never studying in that school! I'll just stay in Wilston."
"But Cheska, Castlemonte is what we really want for you"
Cheska sighs, "No! I don't want to be in that school! I don't have plans to be there at all!"
"Okay, suit yourself, and by the way, go and greet your mother, she's returning to LA"
Cheska's heart dropped, "What? LA? I didn't know about this?! I thought she's not going back"
"Well she does, especially Ava's scholarship is taken away and the bills are getting higher"
"Why didn't she tell me about this?!"
"Just go and greet her! She's in her room!"
Cheska hurriedly rush into the room and slowly opened the door.
Cheska stands behind her closed bedroom door, tears streaming down her face. She peeks through the slightly ajar door, her heart shattering as she sees her mother, Martha, packing all her belongings into suitcases.
Martha's face is etched with anger and hurt, her movements harsh and determined.
Cheska's sobs escape her lips, but she quickly stifles them, not wanting to draw attention.
She presses her ear against the door, straining to hear the muffled sounds of her mother's actions.
Cheska's breath hitches, her hands trembling as she wipes away her tears. She longs to open the door, to beg her mother for forgiveness, but her fear of rejection keeps her rooted in place.
"Please, Mom. Don't leave. I'm sorry."
Martha stops packing for a moment, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She takes a deep breath, struggling to maintain her composure.
"I told you not to call me mom"
Cheska's heart sinks even further, the weight of her mother's words crushing her spirit.
She slides down to the floor, her legs giving out beneath her. Silent sobs wrack her body as she clings to the doorframe.
"I promise, Mom. I'll change. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us. Please, don't leave me."
Martha pauses, her hands trembling as she gazes at the half-empty room. She wants to believe her daughter, to believe that things can be different, but the pain and anger still linger within her.
"Go away" Martha whispers.
Cheska's cries grow louder, filling the room with her anguish. She pounds her fists against the door, a desperate attempt to make her mother understand her pain.
"Mom..."
Martha's resolve wavers as she witnesses her daughter's agony. Tears stream down her face, mirroring Cheska's pain.
"Go out"
Cheska's cries turn into choked sobs, her body shaking uncontrollably. She rests her forehead against the door, her tears dampening the wood beneath her.
"I love you, Mom. Please don't forget that."
Martha resumes her packing, her movements slower now, heavy with the weight of their shattered relationship.
"I'm so sorry, Mom. I never meant to cause you so much pain. I never wanted things to turn out like this."
Martha watches her daughter, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She takes a deep breath.
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Unspoken Desires
Ficção GeralCheska, 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...
