Marbles (studxstud)

Chap 20: Celtic Threads Pt 2

I decided today was the day that I'd bring Cam to visit my mom in prison.

It was midday and we were waiting in the common area for her to come out. Cam and I were discussing the new place that we'd get. She wanted a two story when I'd be much more comfortable in a flat. Hated climbing stairs especially when I'm tired or horny but she was thinking for the future, she wanted to have kids and they needed to have their own rooms.

"Oh, so they gonna be paying rent to live in our joint?" I asked with a straight face.

She hissed her teeth and rolled her eyes, swear that's the only part on her body that exercises. The future that I was thinking was for her to start school and me to finish school then get married and whatever happens after that, can happen. We continued to discuss the type of house we'd get realizing that I'd have to be the one to compromise. Dammit.

"Tatianna! You're back.. again." My mom said walking up to us with the cuffs on her feet making her even more visible.

"You were the one who said I should make myself more present." I answered back.

"Yeah, my mistake. Cigs?" She said sitting down and staring at Cam.

"Camille?" She asked grabbing the box from my hands.

"Yes, this is Cam." I said.

"And who the fuck asked you anything?" My mom said. I rolled my eyes and looked at Cam. I nodded giving her the go ahead to answer. I realized that I didn't give her the heads up on how Patricia was and that's my fault with my lack of communication skills.

"So nice to finally meet you, I was the one who actually persuaded the little shit to try dating a stud because she was so scared of what people thought." Patricia said giving me a look.

"Well I made the first move, but thanks for that. You made it easier for me."  Cam said.

My mom outstretched her hand to Cam and said, "I'm Tye's messed up mom but you can call me Patricia."

Cam took her hand and shook it with a smile.

"You know, I wasn't always like this. Ask Tati, I was  actually a loving mom and even though I fucked up once or twice I did everything to protect this one here. Her dad ended up being a deadbeat, he went out drinking and when he came in he tried to beat her for stupid things and I'd end up taking the beating for defending her, she was my little angel after all. I had my faults too, and she had hers growing up around the stress. I would ask myself, "who could love me again after everything I'd been through with her dad? Who could love me after finding out the path that I planned to take up drugs?" I started getting so depressed and I watched my only daughter sink into that depression with me. I knew I couldn't be around her anymore so I started smuggling drugs so that I could get her anything she wanted, so she could be happy and even then I still heard her asking the same questions I used to ask myself,  "who's gonna love a messed up kid? Who's got the time to save someone from them self when they have their own problems to deal with?" And that's when I knew I failed." My mom said taking a drag from the cigarette and wiping a tear that had fallen onto her cheek.

Cam was holding onto my hand for support and I could hear her sniffles in the background. Meanwhile I was staring at my mom, I had forgotten the hurt that she herself was in because I was so focused on myself and my own depression. My hand was rested on the table and I felt her wet fingers touch my hand.

"I'm sorry for everything that I've put you through and I hope you don't have to go through sadness anymore and I hope you don't walk this life alone anymore. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you to see you turn into an adult." My mom said with a genuine look in her eyes.