Living Dead | Onhold

Chapter five

Warning: this chapter contains strong language that some readers might find offensive.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the kitchen with my six year old self and Nicky; together with Camilla. And Milton of course, *eye roll*. Camilla and I were playing with some of my dolls and Nicky was playing with his toy cars.

In the dining room was all our parents. All five of them. (Mom, dad, Linda and her husband Ricardo, who's Spanish. And of course, Marcel).

"I think I should go check on the dessert now." Mom said, getting up.

"I'll help." Linda offered and got up as well.

Once they got in the kitchen, Linda popped a bottle of beer and had a sip. "You know he's cheating right?"

"Yes! Yes, I know." Mom replied.

"Look at them right now."

Marcel was playing footsie with my dad and they were exchanging looks and smirking.

"Fuck her! She's sleeping with my husband? Fuck her." Mom whispered.

"Leave him Rebecca."

"I can't Linda. I just lost my job at the magazine and I don't have any money... besides..."

"Besides?"

"I love him. So much, it makes my chest burn."

"Do you think he loves you though?"

"Yes..." she whispered, seeming unsure.

"He wouldn't be doing that," Linda pointed towards the table. "if he loved you."

"I'm choosing to stay though. For Alisson."

They both took the dessert platters to the table and as soon as they sat down, Marcel spat out her venom.
"You've been in there for quite some time... only to come out with these?"

"You got a problem with that, Marcel?" My mom asked, holding her tongue; but definitely not her facial expression.

"No. Nothing." She laughed. "I just thought that since you've lost your job and you're a housewife now, you'd be better in the kitchen."

"Oh, so I'm only good in the kitchen? Is that it?"

"That's what they say..."she said, eyeing my dad and burying her face in her wine glass.

My mom looked at my dad. "Oh, I see... that's what you've told her!" She got up and threw the plate towards Marcel, who ducked. "That's why you've been fucking her right under my nose right?! My pussy's not good enough?! I'm horrible in bed huh James?! Is that it?!"

He said nothing.

My mom was a black curvaceous woman and you could tell with no doubt that she was good in bed. But my dad was white and I guess he preferred white women now. Cause Marcel was white.

"Fine! Have your slut!"

"Hey! Dont call me that Rebecca!" Marcel snapped.