Dear Momma

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Ellie's Point of View

I sat on my bed holding the yellow book to my chest with silent tears lightly kissing my cheeks. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I mutter to myself over and over again. How could I have thought that they wouldn't find out? Why did I even come back? I could have stayed in the city and accepted the offer to study overseas for a while. If I would have stayed in the city, though, then he would know about it all. He could hold it all over my head, saying that I wanted it.

"I'm home," My father calls up the stairs. I rise out of bed and head towards the dinner table. Before I can enter into the dining room, I hear my parents muffled talks about me. I hear my mother saying that I have had a bad day and don't have energy to go out tonight. "We should go out in celebrate," I comment walking into the room, "It sounds like fun." I take a bite out of the asparagus on my plate.

My father excitedly explains his day at work and the new projects he is working on; mother goes on about how her renovations at Delphine's house are taking. I happily observe the conversation and the body language between the two. The way they look at each other, the words that have the glint of pride in their eyes; when I was growing up I wanted that but now that I am older, I have decided that I didn't need that. Why would I when I have had sports all my life? That was my husband practically, since my elementary days always being first was always on my mind. That is what made me who I am today, I won first in all sports I have ever played. I never lost that position until now. Now I feel like I am lost it all; I can't be in first anymore. No matter how hard I trained and work, first place can never be in hands again. "SAGE!" I hear my mother gasp out.

I watch the tight hug exchange between the two and the kiss my sister places on my father's cheek. "Ellie, when did you get in?" Sage asks patting my back as she takes the seat next to me. I stare at the wedding plan binder she places on the table between us; the satin color feels foreign to my tender hands. I flip through the pages snickering at the bride and groom cut out with Sage's and Marty's faces. "That's your maid-of-honor dress," Sage points to the cut out with my face. The dress a tender lavender chiffon dress that flowed to the ground with an empire waist and capped sleeves. "It's beautiful," I tell her admiring the dress that she has picked, "When is the date?" I try my best to calculate my forty week date in my head but soon give up estimating the date to be December 25-Janurary 1.

"We have set the date for the spring sometime," Sage answers piling food into her mouth. I let out a sigh of relief the same time as mother does. "Clark, isn't it nice to have our two daughter back together?" Mother gushes pouring herself another glass of red wine. My father smiles and picks up the conversation again. Sage goes on and on about her wedding, which she hopes takes place on the beach. She also hopes that Marty will be happy with spending the rest of his life with her. Hearing her go on and on about her love life, makes me want to throw up. "I'm going for a run," I excuse myself away from the table and walk out of the house.

In my mind, I calculate there is only about an hour or two of sun light left; hopefully by the time I get home, my family will already be gone.

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Slowing in front of the crosswalk, I pant as the traffic swirls on the streets. Tonight is busier than what I remember, the sidewalks packed with tourists and college students. I watch the people on the other side of the road waiting patiently for their time to walk; a familiar figure sticks out from the rest of them. The man from earlier holding a vintage looking camera pointed my way, I look away hoping he didn't catch my stare. "Walk," the voice tells the crowd to walk. I freeze in my spot not knowing if I should move or not; the man finally catches my eye, he stops halfway from me in the middle of the road. He places his camera lens up to his eye capturing my blushing face.