A World That Is Not Mine

VI.

Stevie looked up with some hesitation when she realized her parents were watching her. "Mom, dad---how are you?" she got up and made her way to them. She smiled and hugged both of them---allowing her husband to pick her things up off the ground.

"We're fine, darling girl," her mother smiled---embracing her child.

"Sweetheart, how are you?" Jess smiled at her, hugging the other side of her.

"Just trying to get through each day," she worded carefully.

"Oh, I hear you've been upset..." Barbara lingered sympathetically. She hated that her husband and son in-law would so easily put a woman they loved in a mental institution just for missing her son. She wasn't blind at the fact that her daughter held some power, but she knew her daughter would never use her strong intuition for bad things. Right now it had to do with hurt and she knew all her child wanted, was her little boy. Her own grandchild.

"Well, I miss my baby, a lot," she started to become sad. She did miss him, especially after seven years. She missed him and wished him home, but she wouldn't bring up the fact he was alive, even though that made her happy. She would do her best to deny as a defense.

"I know, honey," Barbara ran her fingers through her daughter's hair softly.

"I'll make some tea, make yourself comfortable," Stevie ordered happily. She shot a quick dirty look in her husband's direction before she made her way.

Rick picked up the rest of her things and followed her to the kitchen. He slammed all of her things on the counter. "I thought you were done with this," he whispered harshly.

"I never said that. I said I would find my son and guess what? I know where he is," that was a partial lie because, she still didn't know where he was.

"Yeah, in your head, Stevie."

"Why did you call my parents here?"

"I didn't, they--"

"Stop lying, I am not stupid. I know that was your plan. When I put myself out I could feel your energy and I knew they were your clients. You just want something to complain about. And what better than saying, 'oh your daughter's out of her mind and I need help keeping her tamed', hmm? truth is, I am not insane and you know that. You're just afraid of me and what I could do."

"Stevie, I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to, all of your actions. Taking me to the shrink and now my mom and dad. If you can't handle me, maybe we should divorce."

"Stevie, stop--"

"You stop! all you do is fight with me," her voice became a little shakey. She didn't want to divorce him, but she hated how he tried to run her life for her. "I love you, but I have important things that have to be taken care of first and that is finding our son," she let her eyes fall and she pulled her tea cups down. She put the hot water in a tea pot and made her way to the living room.

Rick stayed leaned against the counter. He didn't exactly know what to do---maybe making it up to her was the best thing.

Stevie brought the tray of things to her parents, a smile on her face as well.

"Dear, is everything alright?" her mother asked a little quietly. She and her husband could hear the heated argument.

"Yeah... I just have a lot on my mind and he doesn't like to support me sometimes. I just have a feeling so strongly and when you want something, the world is supposed to favor you and the universe is supposed to make that happen. But I can't even get him to listen to me," she fell into the armchair, pulling her knees to her chest.