Jenna;The Daughter

Chapter Three

I woke up in the hospital room hooked up to a respirator. How exactly did I end up here? I looked around, my mother was there without my father. She gave me a evil look, I was obviously grounded even more now, crap. I would of never been caught if Gina never lit that cigarette. I would of been perfectly fine and got home before morning without getting noticed but no, I was allergic to cigarette smoke out of all the things to be allergic of. And I was dead, I could see it in my mother's eyes.

"Christine Kay Wells-Newman, what were you thinking?" She screamed when I made eye contact with her.

"Mom, please!" I closed my eyes.

"You had me worried sick about your condition, I can't believe you would do something so reckless and risk your health. It was so idiotic!" She told me off. "Sadly I can't stay here all night and tell you off for doing such a thing, but I do have the chance tomorrow after Samantha's swim meet. Kathleen is staying the night with you in the hospital, you don't had to worry about being alone. Plus, she won't shut up." She got up and kissed my forehead. "Feel better." Feel better? She was just telling me off and now she bid me a good luck? The logic in that was off the scales.

Kathleen entered, waved hello to my mother and walked over to me. She was so stunning even though she was getting old with age, her face wasn't as full as I remember it being when I was a child. Her hair though, was something I was jealous of. It was blonder than mine and was so long. I couldn't believe she was taking her Friday night to sit in the hospital with me. I didn't think she had to, but knowing my fairy god mother she probably requested it.

"Hey doll," Kathleen hugged me than sat back in the seat my mother left empty. "How are you?"

"Can't you tell by looking at me?" I raised a eyebrow.

"Sorry, but I didn't know what else to say,"

Kathleen sighed. "Now what's this about you thumb tacking your English teacher's chair? You learnt form the best." She grinned in pride of herself. Yes, it was the drunk bafoon who talked about cats, but she was allergic to them, that taught me all my pranks in secret form my mother.

"Yes, but I got grounded!" I sulked.

"I'll get you out of it sweetheart, no need to worry. Your mom isn't as evil as she seems, quite the opposite. If you want evil ask her about her mother," Kathleen picked up her purse and started to pick through it. She later hauled out a nail file and began to file her nails even though they were already perfect.

"My grand mother?" I swallowed. "I have but she denied the fact she even had a mother."

"Her mother was a different type of person. I don't blame her for hating her," She blew on her nails.

"My mother doesn't let me know anything. It sickens me, she probably didn't even have a year of being a teenager. She's so uptight. It's sickening," I told Kathleen.

"She had a bad childhood Christine, she's trying to make you be able to have the best one possible. Do no hold it against her," Kathleen told me. "That drama with Katrina really pushed her to the edge."

"Katrina?" I was curious.

"Katrina Loveless, your father's ex. Told you mother to die and other stuff," Kathleen picked out a bag of chips from her purse. "She slapped me."

"Where is she now?" I wondered.

"I don't know, dead I hope!" She popped a chip into her mouth. "Why?"

"No reason."

"Good. I hate that girls guts."

Only one reason, to meet and ask her about my mother's past.