Suddenly, the door bursts open.
"Marriya!" My mom calls. "We're home!"
Pressing the phone into my shoulder, I timidly call back, "Hi, Mom!"
Nervousness washes over me as she climbs up the porch stairs. I've been living in my own personal Hell for the past 8 years, and I'm not even supposed to be here. I'm not even her kid. How can I look her in the eye?
"Who are you talking to?" She barks as she sees the phone in my hand.
With immense satisfaction, I reply,"Cheryl Ratliff."
Looking as if she has seen a ghost, her eyes widen and her face goes white.
"Give me the phone," she orders.
"No."
"Marriya, give me the phone."
"No."
"Marriya, I'm not kidding around. Give me the damn phone. Now!"
"Why?" I ask. "So you can keep lying to me? To tell me she is delusional and everything she said was untrue? Well you know what, I'm done with the lies!"
Glaring deeply at me, she lunges for the phone.
Pulling it away, I move backwards just as her body would have made impact with mine.
"Marriya, I'm done with this. Phone. Now." She warns.
"If you want this to be over, prove it me! Show me my birth certificate!" I demand.
"Fine," she mutters, and stalks off in the direction of her room.
Looking to the doorway, I find Kayden and the twin standing like statutes, mouths agape.
Before any of us have the chance to speak, my mom returns with a small laminated piece of paper in her hands.
"Marriya," she says slowly; her face whiter than snow.
"Please," I plead. "Just let me see it. I need to know the truth."
Swallowing hard, she hands me the card. Clutching it between my fingers, I slowly read it.
Name: Marriya Hannah Ratliff
Date of Birth: March 1, 1998
Place of Birth: St Marco's Hospital, Los Angeles
"How could you, Mom?" I stutter. "Or should I even call you that?"
"I'm sorry," she replies quietly. "I just-"
"HOW COULD YOU?" I scream; tears forming in my eyes. "I TRUSTED YOU! HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME!"
"Marriya, enough," she warns.
"No. I guess since you're not actually my mom, I don't need to listen to you."
"Marriya?" A muffled voice cuts in. It's Cheryl.
"Yeah?" I ask weakly, wiping the tears from my cheeks.
"I want you to know how sorry I am about what happened. Giving you up was the hardest decision I've ever had to make. If there's anyone to blame for this, it's me."
"No, it's not. You did what you did because you loved me and you wanted a chance at getting me back one day. I don't blame you at all."
"So you believe a lady you've talked to once over me? The lady that raised you and loved you unconditionally?" My mom, or Angela I guess, asks incredulously.
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Crazy Stupid Love
Fanfiction"She was his first, he was her last." Marriya Mitchell didn't have it easy. Her life was far from perfect, and the people around her were a constant reminder of that. She had a dad who was never there, a verbally abusive mother, a physically abusive...
