"I think you better come in Dear." Terra said rubbing the dirt off of her hands. She gently puts her hand on my back and leads me into the house. I sat down on the couch closest to the door. If I need to hurry out of the house this is as good of a seat to have. Aunt Terra sits in the armchair just across from me and just stares at me for a moment before speaking.
"Where did you get that?" She said barely above a whisper.
"You knew I was going to gain access to my mom's stuff once I turned twenty-one." I look down at my hands for a moment. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what exactly, Rebecca? That my own sister, your mother, was insane?"
"You could have said anything . . . my whole life I worshipped my mother for being such a strong woman and for raising me all on her own. To find out that my own mother would have been a deranged killer destroys my whole perspective of her . . . I use to want to be like her. . ."
"Well I don't know what you want me to say Rebecca." Terra got up from her seat and walked over to the computer desk that sat in the living room. When she walked back over to me she handed me a yellow folder that read Denisova Case '95. "Here, take it. You want to know everything then here is everything. Just don't do it here. I have tried so very hard to forget and let go. You are just digging up old past."
Taking the folder I can't help but wonder why my Aunt was so quick to dismiss all my questions. Was it really true? Was my mom really a murderer? "I-I'm sorry Terra. I'll go now." I say as I get up and walk to the front door.
"You won't be anything like her, Becca. If that's what you were wondering about . . . Just be careful about getting involved in Lilly's past. Your mother had secrets she took to her grave and I would hate for those secrets to take you with her." Terra calls behind me. I say nothing and just walk away.
I took a cab home instead of spending three hours trying to walk home and when I finally get home Connor would not let up with the infinite questions of if I was okay or where did I go. I'm not really in the mood to answer questions, so I just go into my office and lock the door. I can't get the thought of me ended up like my mom out of my head. Looking down at the folder my Aunt gave me I knew I would have to look inside for the answers I seek. I slowly took out one of the article and began to read it.
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A/N: I know this chapter is short I just have such terrible writers block right now.
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General FictionRebecca's mother was the ideal picture perfect person and award winning mother, or so she seemed. It's been five years since her mother's suicide and rebecca is now twenty-one and able to finally go through her mother's things. When she finds her mo...
