“Where is she? I want Isabella Marie!” My eyes fly open and I sit upright in my bed. I came home yesterday and Child Services told mother and father that I had to have a bed. They also had father install a lock on the inside of my door so that if I feel scared of my parents I can lock myself in my room. I climb out of bed and pull up the floor board next to my nightstand, making sure that the cell phone Alisha bought be was still there. Once I make sure it’s still there, I unlock my door and poke my head out.
Mother is in the hallway looking around frantically, while father is yelling at her.
“She’s not here! You got her taken away! The only people here are you, me, and your other daughter.” He says harshly to her. Mother’s head snaps up and she glares at father.
“It’s not all my fault! I don’t want her! I want Isabella Marie!” I sigh and close my door, making sure to lock it again. I sit on my bed and look around my room. I have an off-white colored paint and brown rug in the center of the floor. There’s a bed in the corner and a nightstand with a lamp on top, next to the bed. There’s a small closet, but it’s filled with Izzy’s stuff that she couldn’t take with her. There’s a dresser on the other side of the room, where I put my few clothes, and that’s all that’s in my room.
I hear a small beep, and quickly run to retrieve the cell phone before my parents hear it. I flip it open and see that I have one new text message. I click the open button and read the text.
1 New Message
From: Alisha
To: Emilie
Good morning, Em. How is everything? Did you sleep well?
I smile at the message and reply as quickly as I can.
From: Emilie
To: Alisha
Yes mam, I slept well last night. Everything is ok. Mother and father are arguing, but it’s nothing big. I have to go to the kitchen and eat breakfast now. I will talk later with you.
I put the phone back in its hiding place, and slowly walk out of my room. I walk slowly to the kitchen and when I get there I’m tempted to run back to my room. Mother has her head in her hands and is sitting at the kitchen table. I’ve never seen her sit there, so I don’t know what kind of mood she’s in. I walk quietly to the cabinet with the cereal and pour myself a bowl. I’m shaking so badly, that I spill the milk trying to pour it on my bowl. Mother’s head whips up and she sees the mess I made.
“I-I’m sorry, it was accident. I’ll clean it up.” I say quickly, pressing my back into the cabinet. She gets up from her chair and grabs a wash rag from the drawer by the sink.
“Accidents happen, I‘ll clean it up. Take you cereal to the table and eat, I’ve got it.” She says as she bends down and starts wiping the mess up. I stand there shocked. What happened to my mother? She’s being . . . nice? I walk to the table and start eating my cereal slowly. Mother puts the dirty rag in the wash room and comes back and sits at the table across from me.
“Mother?” I ask quietly. She looks up and smiles at me like she hasn’t since I was five. My heart flutters and I feel like I’m going to cry.
“Yeah sweetie?” She asks, still smiling.
“Thank you.” I say honestly, trying to fight back tears.
“No problem baby!” She looks over me and frowns. I knew it! I knew this would only last a minute. I sigh and brace myself. “Come on.” She says to me. I look up and see her hand. I hesitantly take it and she brings me to her room.
30 minutes later
Mother bathed me, and got my hair and body completely clean. I feel great. She had me sit in front of her mirror, so that’s where I am now. Mother comes up behind me and begins brushing my long brown hair. When she’s done, she leans forwards and puts a light pink lip gloss on my lips and a light pink eye shadow on the top of my eyes.
“Alright now we’re ready!” She exclaims.
“What are we ready for?” I ask nervously.
“I’m taking you shopping!” She informs me, delighted. I can’t help the huge smile that forms. I’m having a good day with mother. I stand and brush myself off. I look up at her and she is smiling down at me, tears falling from her face.
“Mother? Mother, what’s the matter?” I ask her worried. She leans down and envelops me into a hug. I’m so stunned at this action that I don’t know what to do. Finally, I smile and wrap my arms around mother’s stomach. I can tell she is still crying by her sniffles. “What’s wrong?” I ask sympathetically.
“I’m so sorry Emile, I’m so sorry!” She cries out to me.
“What for?” I ask puzzled.
“For treating you the way I have.” She leans back and places her hands on my cheeks. “I’m sober baby, I’m sober. Your dad is gone, I can’t do it anymore. I lost one of my daughters; I can’t lose the other one.” She says, more tears falling. She . . . apologized. I don’t know what to say.
“You won’t lose me mother.” I say. I don’t know if I’m telling her, or myself. She embraces me one last time and looks me in the eye.
“I love you Emilie.” She says and kisses my forehead. The tears I was holding back finally fall, and I don’t even try to stop them.
“I love you too mom.” I tell her honestly and let her lead me out of the room, and to the mall.
I hope this lasts.
A/N**--Oh my gosh! I have the next chapter already planned out, and it is EPIC!!
Trust me, this is NOT the end of Emilie's father!
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