Mr.Carter

19

"See, if she would've come and told me that Damien, I would've whopped your ass." My mom says.

"Mom I'm 23. I'm too grown for those." I chug down some juice.

"I don't give a damn. She is too grown to be having her heart played with, but on the good side, at least you stood up like a man and set everything straight. Both of you guys were wrong, especially you. And I was so close to having a grandbaby?"

I nod. "Let's just leave the subject." I really didn't want to talk about the child. I'm still hurt by it.

"I understand. When is she getting out?" She asks.

"In a couple of days." I smile. "I'm proud of her. She's been through a lot growing up. All I just want is to see her smile."

"That's my boy. I remember when your father used to be the same exact way towards me." Her face expression changes.

"What happened to the guy you were seeing?"

"Somewhere. I wasn't really feeling him."

YES. Thank you, Lord.

**

Just after my recent football game, my mom and sister wanted to visit Alex, so I drove up with them. I want to see her too, considering I didn't see her in days because of my away game.

"I can't believe she's actually in here," Jessica says while exiting the car. "The prettiest smiles hide the darkest secrets." I have to agree with her. Alex does have a beautiful smile, that hides something deep.

...... Something really deep.

We enter the place and as usual since the receptionist sees me all the time and just tells me to go on right away, but this time it was different.

"What taking her so damn long?" I look at the lady next to me. Short in height, long black hair, or weave. Wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She looks a little too grown and rude. Like those grouchy old women. She has a nice size though.

"Miss. You have to wait. She'll be on her way." The receptionist rolls her eyes. "Damn."

"Well excuse me." She rolls her neck, then lays her hand back on the of the desk and rests her head on it. "I should tell your boss for being so damn rude."

The receptionist takes a deep breath. I know how she feels. She's not rude at all, it's the damn visitor. I suddenly turn my gaze towards the clacking of a pair of sandals that are coming from the hallway. Hopefully, the person can pacify this commotion.

I smile as I see Alex walk around the corner, but it fades away once I see her come to a complete stop. Her smile fades away. She's not looking at me, but the lady on the right side of me. "M....m.Mom?" She stutters.

My eyes widen as I move away from the lady and stare at her. Trust me, I look her up and down in disgust. So this is the troll that gave Alex a horrible life. This mother...

Alex moves up closer to us. Mostly to my side. I don't blame her. "How'd you find me?"

"What took you so damn long? I've been waiting here for almost 20 got damn minutes." She brings her hands to her hips.

"I..I was in the shower." I don't know why in the hell she's scared for. I would've told her off if she was talking to me like that.

"Excuse me... You don't have to talk to her that way." I add.

"And who are you? I can speak in any way with and to my daughter."

"Damien Carter and no the hell you can't. It's too late for you to claim her as your daughter." I step in front of Alex.

"Oh so you're the boy she fell in love with. She could've done better. I'm disappointed in her." I was taken back a little. Is she trying to say that I'm ugly? She just mad because she can't get his.

"Ma'am you don't have to talk to my son that way." My mom puts herself in. I look back at Alex and find her looking at the ground. I can't allow her to keep doing that. So I lift her head and kiss her softly.

"Remember. Don't let people bring you down. Not even your no good mother." I whisper against her lips. She looks deep into my eyes and nods.

"Mom." Alex pushes past me. "You can't just walk in here after 8 years and act all grumpy like you always were. Why are you here anyway? You need to leave. You can't disrespect my boyfriend." She holds my hand. "and his family like that. Oh.. and the receptionist. So you can get on the next plane and get back to New York."

Wow! I'm proud of her! I've done so well.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" She asks, moving closer to Alex.

"You." Alex squeezes my hand. "You deserve to be in here more than I do. Mom, you need help."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that. I raised you better than that Alexis Carmichael." She points her finger in her face, furious. Just as long as she doesn't touch her, I'm straight.

"You barely raised me. It was all abuse. I raised myself and taught myself everything. So don't bring up this raising stuff, when all you were all my life was a bad mother."

**

"I can't believe she has AIDS." Alex buries her head in her hands. I rub her back for support. "Was I a bad person for sticking up to her and liking it?" She asks.

"No. Don't blame yourself. It's that damn man of hers who gave it to her. You did the right thing." Why couldn't she believe it? I barely know her and I find it totally believable. Shit.

"If I had a good well paying job, I would've helped her out." She whines. See, Alex has one hell of a kind heart. If my mom came back into my life after eight years and abuse, asking me for money, I would've been like fuck you.

"Look, sweetie." My mom, cuts in. "You can't keep blaming yourself for your mother's blunder. You did nothing bad, at all. So don't let her take out her sickness on you when it's her fault for choosing a damn man, over her damn child. She's a fool who does need help as you said." She pauses. "I know that's your mom and all, but she needs a huge prayer and saving because the Lord is so far from her life."

"I don't know. I still feel guilty, but it did feel good to get that off my chest." She looks at me. "I had so much to tell her." She says excitedly, then hugs me. "Thanks."

I smile. "You're welcome."

"Awhhh." My sister and mom say at the same time.

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A/N:

You guys got to get a taste of Alex's mom and a little of Alex's feisty side.

You know the drill!

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