Rumors

The Mom Bomb

Song: Head Over Boots By Jon Pardi

Beca felt like she was staring at a ghost. Maybe an illusion or something like a mirage.

She had to blink multiple times just to make sure it was in fact her mom that was a good couple feet away from her and not her eyes playing some hallucinating tricks.

What was she suppose to do?

"What are you doing here?" Beca's voice was low, weak even but even if she tried to talk louder her voice would probably end up cracking or something equally embarrassing.

"Beca..." Her father said slowly, floating his hands out in front to prevent Beca from making any sharp movements. Kinda like a rabid dog whose owner was trying to settle down. "I thought you were out with some friends tonight?" Warren asked with caution, not wanting to push his daughter anymore than obviously he's already done.

Beca laughed loudly, not quite the response her dad not mom were expecting but he knew it wasn't a genuine 'happy' laugh either. It was more of a sarcastic, 'what the hell did you just ask me' laugh. "And I thought I'd never have to see this woman another day of my life." She spat, teeth clenching tight and her nostrils flaring with rage. She was actually surprised she was keeping it together for this long. "Answer me." Beca repeated, staring directly at the woman who broke her heart many years ago and someone she also lost all respect for. "Why are you here?"

"Beca, I know you're upset." Her dad was trying. Boy was he trying so hard not to piss Beca off anymore than she already was. He knew nothing good was about to come from her especially, with the big mom bomb right next to him. "But why don't you-"

"Jesus Christ!" Beca interrupted with a yell, clenching her hands to her hair and feeling the veins in her neck expand, almost to the point of bursting. Enough was enough. She didn't want to fluff up the conversation, she didn't want to have some tea and have a big Kum Ba Yah with a person who hasn't talked to her in years. Tears were now present as she no longer had the strength to hold them back. "Answer my fucking question! Why are you here?! Why am I looking at someone who had the fucking audacity to leave me-to leave us, when we needed her the most?!" She screamed, pointing a finger directly towards her mother.

It hurt seeing her face again. Seeing those familiar dark blue eyes that reminded Beca of herself in a way, that long brown hair which seemed to never lose it's glow. Even that ridiculous similarity in height was almost too much. It was her mom. And after spending many nights crying, sobbing, and wishing that her mom would come back and drive her to her first day of school or get her ready for school dances, six years later, she decides to finally make an appearance.

And she did so without even making a fucking phone call before hand when Beca actually had some faith that her mom would come back.

Beca was stunned, her eyes glued to her mother as she saw her own tears forming in her eyes and her mouth slightly opened, speechless. It should kill her to see this woman cry, her mom begin to let the tears fall down her cheek. Truth is though, she doesn't give two shits and honestly, it felt kind of good that Beca was on the other end watching this go down. It's doesn't nearly come close to making up all the shed tears Beca has spent on her mom in the past but it was close enough to make her feel superior.

Stacie came up almost right after, not that Beca really noticed as she kept her eyes locked on her mom, still baffled that it was actually her. She was panting, taking that she just ran over from her car that was parked down the street in effort to stop Beca before she found out the truth. Turns out though, she was too late. "Beca I know this is a very bad time right now but, you have a very worried girlfriend blowing up my phone and is seconds away from catching the next bus to Atlanta from Florida this late at night." Stacie gasped, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Once doing so, she straightened her stance and didn't wipe the look of pure shock when she as well was greeted by someone who was vaguely familiar. "Hello Tina." Stacie greeted but didn't once wipe the smug look of disgust on her face. They might not have really gotten the chance to know one another, (since Tina played a game of hide and seek and decided to never really come back) and Stacie didn't really have a reason for being so rude but in the eyes of Stacie, if you fuck over Beca, you're dead to her. And that's exactly what Beca's mom did to her best friend and not only Beca, her father as well.