Interrupted Heart

29 | GHOSTS - JUSTINE : PART 1

"You really are an evil child letting something like that spill from your mouth." Justine, my supposed mother, spat whilst she continued to sort through her documents on the dining room table.

The feeling of abandonment?

Guilt?

But what really was I feeling guilty about?

My mum deserved to know what she was unknowingly allowing in her household.

Not only me but my brother also, her children suffering in silence.

Her reaction just proved we'd be suffering aloud from now on.

"Why would I lie about something like this?" I struggled to get the words out.

"Because you're a spiteful little girl. You always have been."

"When has Nyla been spiteful, Mum?" Tyson walked forward to stand beside me. "I know she's not lying. I think you do too."

Mum froze for a while before inching her line of focus towards Richard. He just sat there as if he was an unknown bystander minding his own business.

Someone that exhibits that kind of behaviour is called what? Sociopath? Psychopath? Both? He'd kept us quiet for this long so I'm sure there was many more ways to describe him.

"Justine, why are you bothering with these kids, especially her?" Richard chimed in. "She's not even -."

"Shut the fuck up!" Tyson screamed making my whole body jump. "You know what you've been doing and we're not afraid of you anymore. Our Mum isn't a fucking idiot like you."

"You better watch your mouth, boy." She pointed at Tyson, her voice dripping with venom. "I don't know why you are both acting up right now but you had better quit while you're ahead. I've already got too much shit to deal with."

"Deal with this." I dropped my joggers low enough to show her the recently inflicted bruises on my upper thighs.

For a moment, just a moment, she looked as if she was the concerned mother that she was supposed to be right now. It didn't last long as she went back to minding her own business, literally.

"You both better take this nonsense somewhere else."

And that's what we did.

7 years later. The first time in those years seeing the woman that I used to call my mother.

mother

noun

1. a woman in relation to her child or children.

verb(i)

1. bring up (a child) with care and affection.

What word truly described the being that stood before me? From an angry perspective these words were yet to be included in the Oxford English dictionary. There were probably a few variations and different ways to fuse them together to make the meanings more powerful.

The only thing that Justine Ashton flooded with care and affection was her career. Not even Richard. Although he was still above us, the offspring, on her relevancy pyramid.

"What's going on?" Ace turned to his Mum, showing his annoyance.

"I've come to see my children especially since my calls were unanswered." Justine strolled in, taking off her jacket and hanging it up as if she visited all the time.