Part 3: Taking The Bad

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It sort of bothered her how he just hung up on her mid conversation.

And refused to text back.

It was beyond rude and yet she was slowly gathering that that is exactly how this American Chap behaved.

Rudely.

Sitting at her kitchen table early this morning, she fills out all the paperwork for Lukas and Logan- when she comes to Lukas' apology letters. His count at 1,050 words for this Rex kid and for Max's 2,285.

Sitting back she begins to read it.

It starts off with a simple recap of why he is writing the apology letter. It flows into the setting of the scene and overall how it made him feel.

But the part she wasn't expecting- was the overall explanation of what 'triggered' him to call Max a cunt and use such vulgar language towards an adult he never meant to disrespect.

"When you joked about calling my father instead of my Mum because she is 'tight gripped' as you stated- I seen red, Mr. Goodwin. You have zero way of knowing the truth about my old man and for me to disrespect you in such a way- was immensely uncalled for.

For your own insight, let me tell you exactly how my father is.

My father hasn't been in my life for the last 11 years. I was the product of this man knocking my mum up at 19. They got married and I feel it was a mistake from the beginning. The problems my Mum experienced with my dad were some of the worst a person could experience. They had my brother as a bandaid to fix their broken marriage and yet it did nothing to stop my father from hurting and abusing my Mum any chance he thought necessary. He was a chronic cheater and alcoholic. He pushed my brother and I around and was even worse to my Mum.

I distinctly remember when I was about six- my Mum found out we were having a little girl. She would call her Zurah. I was so excited to have a sister. I couldn't wait because little sisters just hit different than little brothers. Not that I would give Logan up for anything, but you understand.

However.

Another bandaid to slap on the growing shit of a marriage. We were in the kitchen mucking about when my Dad came home hammered. Mum tried to ignore it. She tried to make Logan and I dinner while she also did dishes. Logan being the little shit he is, had left his toys out and about the floor in the hallway and my dad drunkenly tripped over them. He got angry and went after my brother, but I did what I could to protect him. I punched him in his boys and drug my brother upstairs to get away from what was gonna be a fight. I never meant to cause Mum trouble, but I had.

My Dad went off and from upstairs in the nursery, I could hear everything. All I could do was close my eyes and cover Logan's ears as my Dad beat my Mum. When it got relatively quiet and I heard Dad's car leave the lane way- Lo and I went back downstairs and we found my Mum crying and bleeding. I didn't understand at the time why there was so much blood or why I never met my sister.

I understand now.

So when you said my Dad couldn't be any worse than my Mum—I couldn't help but become so angry and flustered. Because despite my Mum being a very stubborn and strong and a nagging woman- she is my Mum and I love and respect her more than anyone else. She is a rock and Titan and that man who fathered me and my kid brother- is the worst thing on this planet. I'm sorry for the disrespect and for burdening you with this information- but I need you to know that there isn't anything I wouldn't do for my Mum and brother."

She puts the letter down and wipes her eyes before folding the letter back up and putting it in his folder.

Does she need him to tell her coworker the traumatic past they had endured?

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