"I hate YOU!" I screamed towards the woman who I didn't even see as my mother anymore.
"Don't be ridiculous, Meg." My "mother" tried to say in a calming way.
"Don't give me that! You know the person who killed dad! You did nothing about it, you saw how devastated I was. YOU SAW IT!" I blurted out furiously, tears streaming down my face.
She was stunned. My mother, frozen in place as she processes the words coming out of her own daughters mouth.
She was stuck between going up to her daughter and giving her a hug, or accepting that her daughter will probably never see her the same again.
"And don't call me Meg. It's Megan to you." I added quietly. The tears still running down my face, refusing to look at my mother for even just a second.
"Sorry.. Megan." My mother responded quietly before walking away, keeping her head low.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her leave. Tears still in my eyes as I fully processed what had just happened.
My own mother had BETRAYED me.
As she left, I collapsed to the floor, sobbing hard. Trying to be quiet, even though it was really difficult.
As I cried, I felt a huge mixture of emotions. Anger at my mother, disgust at her not telling me, and somewhat understanding deep, deep down inside.
I cursed quietly to myself, finally moving past the anger to blaming everything on myself.
I began asking myself lots of questions.
Why didn't she tell me? Who killed my father? Did she help them?
Questions ran through my mind at 1 million miles an hour. My brain needing answers desperately.
After a little bit of overthinking, I started the become dizzy. My head started spinning and I had to use my hands to support myself.
Out of no where, I lost all my strength and fell on my stomach, passing out.
