My Daddy the Serial Killer

Chapter 9- Mommy Dearest

"Miss this is a huge stretch," said the large man in uniform. Tess put her face in her hands as I frantically tried to explain my story.

"No, I know this is a stretch but you have to believe me! Please just look up Constant Yale son of Ben Yale who was a professor at the University of Tuscon! Officer Bently you have to believe me! I-"

Tess her hand on top of mine and she squeezed. Her expression was sorrowful.

"You...." I said quietly. "You.. believe me.. right?" Her eyes pierced into mine as she said her next words,” I.. Emma you have to face reality. This….” She took a deep breath before continuing. “This isn’t some movie or some dumb teen fictional story we’re in! This is real life Em! Face it!”

Tess’s voice rose up and went shrilly as she grabbed for her hair. “Get real! Emma what are the odds of some creep from your past coming back for revenge and holding your boyfriend hostage! Sure this is Arizona, but shit like this doesn’t just happen!”

I looked at the woman who once said that we were inseparable. Who once said ‘till death do us part’. The one who I thought would be with me through thick and thin. And now here she is saying my whole story was shit and I was just crazy. I stared at her in horror for Lord knows how long. We were later excused by the kind police officer, and he said he will start a search for my missing boyfriend and will also alert his mother and father.

“Hey Em..” said the blonde traitor who didn’t take her eyes off the road.

“I’m really sorry for flipping out like that… I didn’t mean to hurt you..”

I sniffed and continued to look out the window.

“Do you want me to be there when you tell your mom? About your baby?”

I never lost the thought of the small fragile life within me. I knew my mother would throw a tantrum, and I didn’t want Tess to see that.

“No... I’ll handle this by myself.”

***

I sat on the couch with the T.V illuminating my face until 7 o’clock. When my mother walked through the front door she swept right past me.

“Mom,” I said suddenly. She stopped and whipped her body around. “What,” she said rather curtly.

“I need to talk to you. Please sit down.” She must have sensed the importance of this. Besides, its not every day we exchange more than 5 words to each other. She walked towards the couch where I sat and I turned on the ceiling lights.

I sat next to her, switching off the T.V.

“Mom I…” that’s as far as I got before bursting into tears. I could sense her bewildered expression so I gathered myself up quickly.

“Mom… I’m… Pregnant.” I stared into her eyes as I said the last word. Her eyes never left mine and she was still. Very still. It seemed like hours passed by before she finally turned her head away from me and stared at the floor.

Before I could say any “I’m sorries” or “please don’t me mads” she burst into her own tears. Her face was in her hands and she was hunched over. They weren’t small short sobs; they were mournful- hysterical almost. My daughter instincts finally kicked in and I wrapped my arms around her and rested my cheek on her back.

I didn’t cry though. I had to be her rock this time. A rock, which she for a change, could hoist herself up upon.

“Mom I please don’t cry. If anyone I should be crying. This is my fault. I-“

“Don’t you dare say this is your fault Emmaline,” Said my mother. Her voice was hard and menacing. Her eyes locked on mine.

“This is my fault Emma. All of it. And I’m so sorry…. I wasn’t there for your teen years. A they're almost up too. I neglected you. I didn’t do what most mothers did when you turned 15, or 16. I never explained the consequences of sex or boys. I left you out in the wild unarmed. You are my only daughter, Emmaline, and I let you slip through my fingers. My poor baby has suffered for the consequences that I have committed!” She continued to cry into her hand and I continued to console her.

It finally hit her that she missed out on so much parenting over the years. This, of course, led to her 17 year-old daughter’s pregnancy. Daddy already played his part, and my mother totally abandoned hers. I wasn’t that mad at her anymore. Of course I still have some hate left for neglecting me all those years, but I understood why she did it. Her fragile little heart couldn’t handle the fact that her “one and only someone” was gone forever.

Suck it up.

 I was going to let her have her attempt at forgiveness, but to be honest I don’t give a shit for her tears. I’ll be ten times the mother she was. I would be stupid to let someone who screwed me over back into my life. She's that dead weight I need to get rid of. As of right now, she wasn't my mother. She's just my mom, and nothing more. I have my own shit to do, and she's not gonna be my ball and chain.