Missing Lover

Chapter 6

"Ava? " She said walking towards me.

I stood there, keeping myself from crying. Tears slipped out anyway.

She walked up to me and placed her warm hands on my cheeks. Then she pulled me into her arms.

"I thought something bad happened to you! " She said sobbing.

Yeah somthing bad did happen. I wanted to be dumb and run away to the guy I thought loved me.

I tried to stop crying g but my nightmare came back to my head and all I could see was me holding my moms lifeless body.

I cried harder.

She held me a little while longer before letting me go and looking into my eyes. "I'm sorry for crying Ava. "

I shook my head, wiping away my tears. "Dont be. I'm sorry for leaving you. "

I turned to see that my grandmother has been crying too.

I looked back at my mom and smiled.

I feel relieved that she didn't hate my guts. I feel even more better to know that she still loves me.
After we were done with the emotional part me, my mother, and my grandma, sat at her small circular, glass table.

My mom showed me pictures of her husband and my half siblings.

"I can't wait to meet them. " I said to my mom while handing the photos back to her.

She grabbed my hand saying, "And they can't wait to meet you too. "

Her smile was still beautiful, not a thing changed about it, honestly it still brightens my day.

"Now enough about me, tell me about you. How's life." she said picking up her mug full of tea.

Fuck. My. Life.

I don't want to lie to my Mon but I don't want to tell her I was raped and I get beaten when I don't listen to orders. What am I gonna do.

I sat there for a moment trying to get more time to thing by taking long gulps of my tea.

"Um... I'm good. " I said sighing.

My mom and grandma looked at eachother then looked back at me. "Bullshit. " said my mother.

She always said that when she didn't believe me.

I looked at the window watching the children play outside. "I'm serious mom. "

She sat up straight in her chair, "Look at me and say that. " Shit.

I could never tell her a lie while staring into her eyes. I would always spill the truth or cry when I tried. I fucking hated that.

I tried not to look at her but her eyes were like magnets which caused me to turn to her, staring right into her eyes.

"Mom.. " she shook her head. "I know when your bullshitting me Ava."

I forgot that my mom ain't stupid she knows something wrong, she can tell by looking into my eyes.

I broke the stare by looking down, I was defeated. She always wins.

I looked back up to a more relaxed mom holding the mug in her right hand. "You may start. "

Still looking down, I started to speak. "You remember Dante?"

She nodded slowly. "That fag. "

"Well I....I... " Trying to find the words to say I found myself crying.