Traveling Vivian

Chapter Six - Destroyed

Traveling Vivian

Part Six

I woke up the next morning and saw my mommy crying. I cried after seeing her in tears. “Vivian stop crying! Please! I’m crying and it doesn’t feel good at all!” My mother yelled.

I stopped crying and looked at her. She was rummaging through her dressers. It looked like she was trying to find something important. She picked up the top dresser out and threw in onto the bed. She looked around the bureau and on top of it. Unsatisfied, she dug under her bed. Screaming and panting in rage, mommy ran to the living room and dug through the night stand, the kitchen cabinets and everywhere else. I shook my head. I wanted to know what was wrong with her. I cried when she pushed me to the wall. “Stay there you little bitch!” she yelled.

I eyed her as she walked from me to the living room. She checked her phone and cried. She hugged herself as her tears fell from her eyes down to the floor. I felt so sad for mommy. I moved from my place and held her.  “Mommy are you okay?” I asked.

She hugged me tightly. “Mommy doesn’t have enough money to pay for the bills… Someone took mommy’s money that she hid inside.”

I frowned and patted her. “It’s okay, mommy…” I whispered though I wasn’t sure if everything will be okay.

Mommy hugged me tightly then pushed me away. “Go play with your toys. Mommy has to make a few phone calls.”

I looked at her one last bit. I noticed the stress lines that formed around her face. Her eyes stopped crying as they formed a façade of anger and untruth.  Her makeup melted away with each rub from the eyes. The black eyeliner and mascara dripped down below her eye socket. Mommy’s anger was scary and something I didn’t want to deal with. So with that, I went outside and started drawing on the magazines.

Mommy slammed the bedroom door shut. I heard her screaming. After each phone call, she kicked the wall or punched it, and then she would curse every man she brought into the house.  Sometimes I’d hear her sobbing through the phone call. I knew that meant she was talking to the debt collector for time and hoping they would understand. If they didn’t, mom would start screaming again. Finally after two hours or so, she came out the bedroom. She was disgusting to look at. Her hair was messed up as she walked around the house with nothing on. She wasn’t ashamed that she was walking nude in front of her own child. She was just confused. Sometimes I feel like the parent in the household.

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For the next couple of days, mom had brought over a dozen of men. She’d have at least three in the morning, one after lunch, and then another before she went out at dark. She would always shower after each meeting and then she would come play with me for a bit. I refused to play with her especially with her hands. Then when dark falls, she would pamper herself up with heavy makeup and even wearing lavish clothing. I always wondered where my mommy was going but I didn’t want to ask her.

At night when she did leave me, she had this annoying girl name Trina who watched me.  Trina was a bad babysitter. She brought over her boyfriend every night. He was okay, I guess. He did bring over dinner for me and Trina. But then when they have their dinner, he would put on a romantic movie for Trina or a horror film. I did not like anything he ever chose. It showed everything like blood, gore, sex, and even cussing words. What is even worse is that they do not even watch the movie all the way! They stop in between the naughty parts or most scary parts and start playing with each other. I would watch them instead of the movie since all the movies weren’t my thing. They would undress and then Trina would start hopping on him like he was pony.

After they were done, Trina would change my diaper and then force to sleep. Sometimes I could not sleep especially when they played a scary movie. I would whine and nag until mommy came home. However, that never was the case. I went to bed right when Trina held me.

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The next morning, I woke up with a loud thud. I stared at mommy hoping she would wake up. She did not wake up; instead, she turned towards the wall and started snoring louder. I looked at the door as the thud became louder and more constant. It reminded me when the landlord came over in our last home to pick up the rent and mommy did not have it. The knocks became shoves as the man screamed, “OPEN UP! MARABELLE HOUSTON! OPEN!”

I cried loudly, hoping mommy would wake up.

Eventually mommy did wake up and she heard the loud knocks. She got off her bed and put over a big sweatshirt. She ran to the door and opened it.

“Marabelle Houston?” The police officer asked.

My mom yawned and then nodded.

“You’re coming with me to the precinct!” He yelled.

“Wait! What did I do?” She screamed.

He grabbed her hands behind her back and clipped them together.  “Were you in Lady’s Loft last night?” He asked.

Mommy refused to answer.

“Well someone gave names of the strippers there and stripping is illegal in this place especially if the owner of the night club rat you out for burning the place down!” He yelled.

My mom shook her head, “Wait? I didn’t burn the place down!”

The man started speaking, ignoring mom’s statements. “Marabelle Houston, you’re under arrest of illegal activities and trespassing and loitering a public place. You have the right to remain silence, anything you say can and will be used against you-“

I looked up and saw another man picking me up. “Come on, sweetie. Mommy will be away for a while. We are going to bring you to a place where there is tons of toys.”

I frowned and cried when I saw mommy getting inside another car without me. “Mommy!” I yelled.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’ll be a short time. I love you,” Mommy said.

I cried when the police officer forced me into the car seat. They buckled me in and smiled at me. They handed me all these toys but none of them were appealing. I just wanted to be with my mommy. When they finally got me inside, both police officer went to the front and drove off. I eyed mom sitting in another police car and watched the car go in the opposite direction.  I cried harder. Spencer was gone and now my mom? I did not think this was happening to me. I sobbed.

When they reached the place, they picked me up out of the car and I was outside a grey building with many windows but one door.  It looked big and lonely. I don’t think I belong here.

“Don’t worry. They have extra rooms to spare. And besides, this is an emergency.” The police officer said as they walked me up the stairs.

When we got to the front desk, an elder gray haired woman who was tall and wearing glasses greeted us. “Hello, officers. Another baby?” She asked.

“Yes but she isn’t up for adoption yet. Her mother will be in trial.” He answered as he handed me to the lady.

The lady smiled at me and nodded her head. The officers left us as the lady brought me upstairs. I was cold and lonely. Mommy promised today would be a good day. She said we would have paid all the bills and then bringing me the local kid’s playhouse. It would have been perfect…