Better Than Any Ride

Chapter 4

I thought I would never do this, but then here I was doing it. I walked towards the creek, away from the tree, with the rock in my hand. I stepped over the small stepping stones with ease and reached the other bank before looking back at the tree one last time. And then I looked at the small rock in my hand. This was one of last pieces of her. And I planned on keeping it. I shoved the small rock in my pocket as I started walking towards the house. I looked down at my phone again to see that it was all ready twelve o'clock. Great, only one hour to pack. Just great. As I got closer to the house I took off running for the house. And then sitting on the porch I saw the last person I wanted to see. My birth mother. I walked up the steps completely ignoring her, until she said something that made my blood boil. "Hello, daughter. How nice of you to join us. I assume you made the right choice. Right? After all you are the whole reason we're in this mess." She sneered at me. I snapped. "Me. Me! You're blaming me! You're the one that cheated, you're the one that beat me till I was unconscious, you're the one who sat there taking pills and drinking away your problems! But I'm the reason this all happened! You must be dumber than I thought." I said as I spun around on my heels to walk towards the screen door. "Yes, you! If you hadn't killed your sister none of this would have ever happened!" She spat back at me bitterly. I stood there with my mouth ajar. She couldn't be serious. I turned around and faced her as I pointed at her. "You killed her! You killed her! You saw her running down the road and you hit her! You hit her with your own husband's truck! And then you left her laying on the side of the road to die! All because you knew I would go looking for her at our safe spot! All because you knew I would find her, you sick bastard!" I screamed at her as I held tears back from my eyes. "I did kill her but it was so much easier to shove it off on you. And the possibility of a drunk driver hitting her." She said smirking at me. "That's why you drink your problems away. You can't get the image of the only daughter you ever really loved lieing on the side of the road dead. Dead! All because of you! That's why you do it. Isn't it? Isn't it!" I screamed at her as the realization hit me. "I wasn't going to kill Anna! I thought it was you!" All those times she blamed me for my sisters death. All those times she said if I had just found her sooner. It was all because she didn't want to feel the guilt of killing the only daughter she ever loved. So naturally she blamed it on me. Just like she did when she cheated on my father. She said it was my fault. That I told the guy to come onto her. And that she couldn't fight back because he was to strong. But in reality, she just didn't want to feel the guilt. She didn't want to feel the pain. Because she wouldn't have been able to live with herself. Because she had been trying to kill me. "And that wasn't the first time I tried to kill you. There were several times but someone always interrupted. So when I saw what looked like you running down the road I hit you. But then I came home to see you watching cartoons and I realized I had hit my dear, precious Anna. I thought so many times what if I had made sure it was you? But I was far to eager to get rid of you." She spoke slyly. "You selfish, greedy, no good, lieing, psychotic, self-conceited bitch! You took your own daughter's life! You took my sister from me!" I screamed at her as I forced her to start backing away towards the edge of the porch. "You're just a dirty, little whore." All my anger, and sadness, and frustration coursed through my veins as I raised my hand and slapped her right across the face. The force from my hand smacking her left cheek was enough to force her over the edge of our porch. To bad our porch wasn't higher off the ground, I thought. I took one look at her body laying on the ground and her shocked face before she broke out into her world famous fake tears. "Maybe you should look in the mirror." I spat back at her as I turned back towards the screen door to walk in the house, when my dad came rushing out. He jumped off the side of the porch and rushed down to her side asking if she was okay. He was going to take her word over mine. I just knew it. "Vanesa, what happened?" He asked her as he helped her up off the ground. She fake limped as he helped her up the steps till they reached his rocking chair sitting on the porch. "I-I was j-just t-t-trying to be nice by saying hello to Claire, when she started screaming that I killed Anna. A-and that it was all m-my f-f-fault." She said as she bent over in the chair sobbing into her lap. "Claire Marie Moore! We have dicussed this multiple times! Your mother did not kill Anna, a drunk driver hit Anna!" He spoke harshly as he stood up to look down on me. "Is that so well I have her confession right here. So you might not want to believe everything she says." I said as I smiled and held up my phone. And then I saw something that I knew I would never forget.

The look of fear in Vanesa's eyes.