Overcome (editing)

Chapter Ten

The hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life.

Keep going, touch situations build strong people.

- Ray T Bennett

When I got to the room, the first thing I notice was that this room was twice the size of my mothers, I also notice that there were men belongings in the room as well; but what really threw me, was the wedding dress that was in the middle of it on a headless mannequin.

"Charles"... I called as I regard the dress suspiciously "is someone getting married? but when I turned to him for the answer", I was alone.

My brows knitted in confusion; everyone is behaving so abnormally lately I thought to myself:

first, mom reminding me every chance she gets about this big change and taking responsibility, Kyle acting like he is going to lose me forever, never to see me again and then this wedding dress displayed in the room I am to stay in like it was waiting for.... me?

Nawwwww... I thought to myself, quickly denouncing the absurd idea that was developing. My mom is not, that crazy.

No way.

I Chuckled to myself as I surveyed the gown that was situated in the center of the room.

But as I continued to observe the details on the dress, other bizarre things began to bombard my mind, like Mr. Buntly jealous demeanor when he saw Kyle and I together that day . My mom sudden change of attitude all cheery and whatnot . And her new issues about Kyles and mine relationship, she never had an issue with our friendship before but now its like Kyle is on a pathway to hell and he was dragging me along behind him.

The smile I was previously sporting slowly slipped from my face as I halted, my heart rate gradually increasing as I continued to recall Charles cryptic words when I mentioned Mr. Buntly living here alone, the room that is supposedly mine being bigger in size than my mothers who is friends with Mr. Buntly when I didnt even know the guy and the mens clothing inside the room as well.

If this is where I am to stay while we visit, why are they men clothing amongst my own and why are they so many of my things here, am I not to return home with mom afterwards?... just now noting that my laptop was in the room and more of my knickknacks from home on display.

I began to panic.

Something is wrong, something is definitely wrong.

"mom"!!!! I suddenly yelled, clutching my chest as my lungs fought to intake the air its so desperately lacking at the moment.

"I am right here" .... she responded quietly.

I spun in the direction of her voice immediately.

When she got there, I couldnt say; but her demeanor was a major contrast to mine because while I was having a complete meltdown; she on the other hand was as calm as a millpond.

She slowly entered the room, closing the door softly behind her before turning to face me.

"Mom" ...I called, my voice shaking with fear... "I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on, tell me what I am thinking is wrong. Please"... I begged desperately.

This would be the first time I have ever used such vulgarity with mother but now wasnt the time for pleasantries I needed an explanation, and I want it now.

She was obviously shocked by my usage of the term, her facial expression showing such clearly, finally depicting some sort of emotion.

"I know you are angry and confused Rihanna, but you better watch that temper with me, I am still your mother, and you will respect me no matter what--- ...she began to threatened but I didnt care at this point so I interjected her unimportant monologue by shouting: