Riches To Rags

Chapter 15: An Answer

Chapter: An Answer

"You can't heal without answers."

~Unknown

She knew where she was. An answer from her father wasn't needed. The fact that he hesitated was furthermore another reason to leave.

Her mother. Or... Daisy. Or...

God she didn't know anymore. Her mind going a thousand miles per hour, trying to understand or better yet coop. It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense. As life before her changed drastically within a blink of an eye, the things she knew was all a lie.

It was as if a piece of herself broke into a million pieces when the truth came out. Carla was her mother. Every meal she wished her mother would prepared for her, every dance recital she prayed her mother would attend. She had. Carla had done those things. The days she wished that she had a better relationship with her mother, wished that she somehow grasped a better understanding of her. She was there from the moment she open her eyes every morning and every time she went the bed at night.

Was that the reason why Daisy disliked her so much. It was clear that there was some tension with Daisy and Carla. A blind man could see it. The condescending tone added with the sarcastic remarks at odd times. The two, or should she say her mother had always treated Carla different. Like she was the scum of the earth.

Manipulated from the ultimate mastermind she thought would protect her from any hurt, Rae was torn. Her father held vital information about her life, only to throw it in her face when she least expected. Just the mere thought that growing up in a household all her life where she thought one of her parents weren't hers was causing her to go in a frenzy.

Some people would say she was over reacting. Her parents were healthy and still alive, but her mind was so clouded that she couldn't think of the true blessing before her, but the deceitful action of the people that was suppose to love her.

As the yellow taxi pulled up to the estate that she grew up visiting, her heart began to beat irrationally. She was nervous to confront her mother about the situation, but it was the only thing she could think of to get the answers she so desperately needed.

Once the car stopped in front of the iron gate, Rae told the driver to roll down her back window. As usual, the gate she was trying to get into always had security twenty-four seven. A black burly man rose from his post, bending his knees to get a good look inside the taxi.

"I need to get inside," Rae told him.

The guy shrugged his shoulders without a care. "Not the first time someone has rode up here saying that. Who are you and are you on the guest list?" He asked, walking back to his post to retrieve the guest list.

"My name is Desiree Harris and I need to get inside," she said.

He flipped a couple of pages and looked for her name. "Nope, sorry your not on the list so you can't get in."

"My grandmother lives here!" Rae shouted. Her small voice not breaking his stance.

The security guard wasn't letting up on not allowing her enter.  And by the look on his face, he was two second always from calling the police to have her escorted of the premises. This made her realized that people really didn't know who she was and only knew of her family that was always in the spot light. She was embarrassed, but those emotions would have to be put on the back burner if she wanted to get inside the house.