I Do It For Avory

Chapter Three: I'm Just An Uptight Mother

A/N: First of all, I want to say thank you to beiberNerd and KeltikFaith for fanning me. I used to think my writing sucked and I’d let it pile up or I’d throw it away. Now I know, and this goes to the ppl who liked my story, that people like my writing and I have more confidence. *Sigh* Words can’t express how I feel guys. Anyway, here’s chapter three!!!!!

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The next morning was pure hell. God, it was so bad that I don’t even want to talk about it but I have to, right? Okay, so what happened was the usual. I got up and took a quick shower. Avory was still asleep so I could put together a bag for him when I drop him off at my uncles. Well, this is where things got bad. I finish packing the bag and my hair was wet so I was going to blow dry it. Because the sun was up, I didn’t bother to turn the lights on. I just assumed that the power was on… but it wasn’t.

I went to turn on my hair dryer when it didn’t turn on. You know that little red button in the middle of the socket? Well, I pushed that thing and it still didn’t work. Then I put in my curling iron because I thought it was just my hair dryer. Nope, curling iron didn’t work either. “Shit,” I hissed.

So my hair was wet and Avory was still sleep. Everyone knows that if a woman doesn’t flat iron her hair, it’s a crisis. But, not only could I not dry it, I couldn’t flat iron it. In other words, I had to go to school looking like shit. Now, I had to wake up Avory. Everything was ready to go because I was power-working out of frustration.

It was a little tap I swear. I would never hit my baby but the way he cried made it sound like I did… but I didn’t… I swear. “Avory,” I whined. “Please stop.” I picked him up and bounced him on my hip but they crying wouldn’t stop. Hearing him cry was shattering my heart into little bitty pieces. “You’re going to Uncle Mike’s house.” It seemed, when I said that, like he started crying harder. Which, I came to find out, gave him a new reason to cry about.

“NOOOOOO,” he cried. “Maaaaaaaaaa!” He didn’t like it when I left. He didn’t like it when I left to get the mail, when out to get something from my car, anything. He just didn’t like it and I tried to take him with me wherever I went but I couldn’t take him with me then. I had to go to school and find a job and I couldn’t let Avory come with. He slows the process down and I wanted to get everything over with. “Goooooo!” This meant that he wanted to come.

I continued to bounce him while walking into the kitchen to retrieve the bag. “No Avory,” I tried to reason with him. “You can’t come.” I slung the bag over my shoulder and started making my way towards the door. I really didn’t have time to deal with this. School started in less than an hour, I was tired, and I was worried. About what Sophia, you guys are probably asking. Seeing Ethan and his friends. I was worried about getting caught up with them and having them follow me to my Uncle’s or home and then they’d have quick access to Avory. 1) I didn’t know the friendly giant well enough to let him see Avory whenever and 2) Ethan didn’t deserve to see Avory… period. “I will take you to the store after I get back, okay?”

He sniffled, “Tor?” I really hated making empty promises with him. He would forget about the promise but I wouldn’t and then I’d end up the bad guy. I hated being the bad guy, especially when it was towards Avory. That’s why I rubbed his tiny head when he rested it on my shoulder. It was my secret way of saying sorry.

Now, some of you might say that it’s nice having my uncle in the same neighborhood. That way, Avory doesn’t experience too much of a change and won’t have a fit. Again, anywhere without mommy within a 2 in. radius is a disaster. I really didn’t want to burden my uncle with Avory but I needed to until I got my feet firmly on solid ground. I needed a job to pay the babysitter, the bills, and my car. I needed to go to school to get a better job, diploma, all that good stuff. I wanted Avory to have a happy life and, to do that, I need to make him a bit unhappy.