Exulansis #JustWriteIt #EarthLove

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Anissa-the girl with the brown skin, Travis and the rest of the gang stared at me staring into nothingness. I still couldn't believe that the one person I had trusted all my life, was the one lying to my face.

"It was him! It was all him!" I yelled angrily, overturning everything in my way. "I spent my entire life hiding from people who would only use me, hurt me, not believing in me, when I should've been hiding from him!" I slumped on the ground, my head in my lap, as I sobbed.

"I'm here now," a voice said, and I looked up to see the woman from earlier tonight, Angelica, my mother, with a hand outstretched towards me.

"Why weren't you there to protect me?" I screamed. "You ran away leave me!" I yelled, throwing the blame on her. I knew it was unfair of me, but with all the anger I felt, I needed someone to blame for it all. I wasn't going to let it consume me like I did everything else. Not this time.

"I can explain Laina. Let me explain," she begged.

"If you had taken me with you, or stayed with me, you wouldn't have to be begging to explain now," I spat. "I would've known then that nothing was wrong with me," I cried.

The faces of everyone around begged me to listen and understand and I eventually obliged.

"When the Cravoiens attacked Earth, Samuel, Travark as you now know him, changed. I couldn't understand what it was. He looked just like the man I had married, the man in the pictures that hung up at different spots around our small home," she said as she cupped her face, fighting the tears that threatened to flow along with the memories.

"I thought he was cheating on me," she sobbed. "I got 'paranoid' or so they say. I started checking his clothes, shoes, everything. He wore the same size clothes and shoes, drove the same car and slept in the same spot on the bed. But I wasn't convinced. I started waking up in the middle of the night and not seeing him there. The love faded. His relationships with old friends drifted. The people he once hated, and I never dreamt he'd associate with, were now his best friends. I was filled with suspense that was pounding hard against me and clouding my mind," she paused. Catching short breaths, wiped away the tears and tried to recompose herself.

"I confronted him millions of time, demanding to know what's up and he and his newfound 'friends'/'coworkers' just kept telling me I'm paranoid. The only person who never doubted my suspicions were his best friend, Frederick. Him being a private detective, and me being a cop, we tried to unravel what was going on. We grew unimaginably close as we worked the 'case'. Then all the mating happened. We didn't plan it or anything. It just happened," she wiped her nose, sniffling as she tried to continue the story, but she broke down, crying uncontrollably.

Travis bent down in front of me, his hands resting on my knees as he stared up into my face. He cleared his throat and spoke,

"Weeks later, she found out she was pregnant with you. She knew immediately it was Frederick's because Samuel hasn't been attending to her needs in more than a year now. She was confused and broken, she didn't know what to do. She knew Sam would be furious about it so she decided to abort it. But then, Sam got home, still neglecting her. And there was Frederick, cherishing her and being there for her. Giving her the things she desired most: time and attention, so they ran away together." His fists clenched against my knees as he spoke.

"For a while they were happy. Frederick would be the father of her first child," he paused to catch his breath. Through all this story telling, I sat still and held my breath, not wanting to ruin the purity of the truth that was bring revealed to me.

"Travark, Samuel, whatever the hell his name is, showed up at their home one day with armies. He killed your father with the blade of fire, banished your mother and took you away from her," my eyes widened and I wondered how the world could be filled with such vast level of cruelty.

He gripped my knees tighter and his voice was hoarse from unshed tears. "You were just a baby A... You were just 281 days old, 9 months and a few weeks when they took you from your mom, when she was last allowed to see you." He mummbled.