Fix Her Parker

|5| Mother

Word Count: 1,744

Crete, NE
____________@2:32 p.m

We've been standing in the same place for about ten minutes now, but it feels like it's been a century.

My body has went into complete shock.  I couldn't move anything.

My legs are stuck to the ground.  My arms are glued to my side and my eyes were focused on her.

I'm standing here in front of her looking like a deer caught in headlights. Staring at my mother like she's a fucking two headed monster.

"Honey?" She asks looking concerned.

Ignoring her worry I just focus on the voice. That voice damn voice. God has it been so long since I've heard it.

Stepping back I look at her not as a monster, but as the woman who I once loved more than anyone else in this world.

When I was younger that was the voice that soothed me into falling back asleep when I had had a nightmare. The voice that made me giggles uncontrollably or sang to me when there was nothing else to do.

That was also the voice that yelled at me to pack up and leave that night.  The same voice that told the police officer that I was the one who attacked him.  The voice that hammered the words 'Your as useless as your father' into my head.

People tend to let the bad overshadow the good and that's what I did.

It's not healthy, but I don't care.

Remembering all the shit she's done to me. To others. 

I've never really been good at anything, but I am fairly decent at putting on a front.

So that's what I did. My bitch face came out to play.

If she thought I would run into her arms like fucking baby on dirty dancing then she was still snorting something up her nose.

I just stand there looking at her as if I'm looking at nothing.

She mirrors my expression for a bit then her faces soften.

"Uhm," Owen said as he looks in between me and my mother awkwardly," Shall we go inside perhaps or..?"

"Yes! Come, come," She answers all to excitedly and she ushers us through the wide open door and closes it once we get inside.

Looking around the place my mother calls home almost made me choke on air.

My eyes couldn't believe it.

This house is gigantic.

All white marble flooring. The walls were painted light blue and there was a staircase on either side of the room.

Looking up I see a crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling. The paintings and photos lined the walls just perfectly.

I look over at Owen and he just gives me a small smile.

"So shall we discuss what we gathered here for? I have been rather impatient for this day," My mother says as she elegantly leads the way into what I assume was the dining room.

I scoff.

Well her vocabulary has gotten better.

The mom I knew would have said 'Are we gunna do this or not?  I ain't got all the time in the world, ya know.'