Women that say No ll

Chapter 11

I was an emotional wreck. The last thing I wanted to do... was what I had to do. Once again our family was divided into two and Steph and I were at odds!

I had never been so infuriated in my damn life! Steph had stuck to his guns ensuring that I wouldn't catch my flight and if I didn't get out of that house with him I would have probably killed him. We argued the thick of the morning and I must've cried a thousand times. Just to make it to my mom to find out that she had stayed home and my father had left on an earlier flight Thursday. My entire plan of everyone being on the Friday flight was ruined and I couldn't stand the thought that my case would be in jeopardy if I didn't get on the next flight to atleast get settled in before Monday morning.

As if my morning hadn't already been hell, I found myself crying on my mothers couch, to hear her agree with Steph.

"Madison your health is first. And you know— Steph has you and those babies in his best interest. Your father doesn't give a damn about any of us right now. He got on that flight early because he wanted to go see his mistress." Her voice was low but clear and I couldn't help but pause to take her feelings into account for the first time. Attempting to show an act of selflessness for once.

"Mama I don't think she's anything to worry about, she maybe nothing at all to him."

"She's something Madison. She's more than what she was before and that's all that matters. He doesn't even touch me or acknowledge my existence. You should see him around the house, it's almost like I'm dead. —I don't think I'm going to make it on this trip this time around I can't bare to..."

I listened to my mothers voice fade as she withheld tears. Meanwhile I had broke the flood gates with my own, crying so much until I had a headache.

"Pretty soon I'll be like Rick and Angela." My mother continued, looking in a daze.

"What have they been like?"

"Separated, destroyed, nothing more than a memory. — ricks made his bed now he must lay in it."

Her words hit me like a brick, with the thought that I had played my part but hat storm. We set and talked for the next two hours. Something that had almost never happened. Half a decade we had been at war filled with hatred and its silly it took the common denominator of pain to bring us together. My mother showed me a side of her I had never sawn. She was vulnerable and hurt and I realized for the first time So was I. We talked about her and my father's marriage, her expectations of life that have never been met, but we never talked about our mother daughter relationship.

And for now, that was okay. No pressure just bonding, so I believed.

In no time I fell asleep like a baby on the couch and awoke to the cold air from the vents covering me like a blanket.

The rest I had just awaken from, felt like I was in a coma for eternity and had just awaken. Unlike the other times where I fell into a deep sleep and awoke even more tired, this was different.

I took a glimpse at my phone where my mother had texted me at 4:55pm saying she took the kids to the park and I was grateful.

The sun had gone down and the clouds had taken over the stage of the sky. Performing with a comfortable temperature of 75 degrees.

I found myself sitting on that wooden bench, where I had confided in Rick so long ago about being raped and he took me into his arms assuring me everything would be okay.

Only to find out that it wouldn't and he would be just like all the boys that ever hurt me but worse. Having rick betray me hurt me the most.

I really trusted him and thought that he was more than who he turned out to be.