The Sick Truth

Chapter 1

          Molly Thames stomped up the porch steps and swung open the front door. She was steaming. Her hands were balled up in fists and her teeth ground together. She stomped into the house.

          “Mother!” Molly hollered with heat rolling off her tongue. Nobody answered. Molly stomped into the kitchen and flung open the back door. Molly looked out to find her mother Sue-Ellen gardening.

          Molly stormed over to her mother, reached into her bag and pulled out a neon green flyer. Her mother looked up innocently and hoped she was good with charades.

          “Hello Molly, what’s this?” Sue-Ellen tried to sound unaware of what the flyer said.

          “This Mother is my expulsion notice. I am being expelled from Bradley and relocated to Horse Farm Hill. Why did you do this? What is wrong with you?” Molly spat, her face turning redder every second.

          “It’s too expensive Molly. I am not paying this school $15,000 so you can get an artistic education. Art is useless. You are going to the local school to learn how to work. I mean actual work. I am done with you, Molly, and your ambitions of writing. It isn’t happening and I can’t believe you were so pathetic as to believe you could!” Sue-Ellen shouted. Her temper rose.

“I hate you!” Molly screamed as she boiled over. The poor girl then ran off.

Molly stared at the clouds passing over her. Why was she being expelled for nothing? Couldn’t her mother just transfer her? What else was happening?

          Molly blinked. She felt like she was looking through glass. It was as if she was watching over someone else’s life and watching it as it cracked and crumbled. She felt a flood of emotion wash over her as a mother pushed her daughters on the swings and her baby boy played in the sand box. She remembered everything from 7 months ago. But after that, everything was blank.

Her shattered world was filled with haunts and ghosts of her past. The mystery surrounding her and cloaking her reason. She hated her mother. Molly had hated her mother for so long, but she couldn’t recall why. She was in the park that her mother used to bring her and her brother and sister to when they were young. That was long ago.

         

          “Sue-Ellen! What are you doing? How could you be so selfish?” Chris spoke with a hint of malevolence. He had loved this woman and made her his wife. But now the woman he loved was gone, replaced with this bitter wretch.

          “I am not selfish! If anything I am selfless this is going to help Molly not hurt her. I can not believe you could be so inconceivable!” Sue-Ellen shouted with bitter remorse. She felt a terrible pain for her cruelness towards Chris but could not end the feeling flooding through her.

          Chris hit her. He slapped her across the face, faintly, but hard enough to hurt. Sue-Ellen deserved it, he figured, after all she kept blaming Molly for her own mistake.

          Molly stood up and trudged back home in the late setting sun. Strong gusts of wind pushing her dark red hair into her face. Her blue eyes were tearing from the sadness clouding around her heavy heart. Guilt lingered in the pit of sorrow formed by the betrayal and pain ensured to her. The tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped like rain from her chin. There was so much sadness and so little joy, but all was of bitter and frustrated anger.