23 year old Morgan Bellamy has tunnel vision. She works tirelessly to take care of the people she loves, putting their needs before her own, until she meets someone who put her first.
The eye of the storm, a moment of peace, a breath of calm. While...
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The next morning, she slipped out of the house early, going to her mother's house with a ticket to Elijah's graduation. She'd made up her mind to try and invite her mom to her brother's graduation, just as a last resort. She hadn't been back to her childhood home since the incident with Gold.
She used the key she had to push into the front door which was always getting stuck. Once she fully stepped in, the scent of alcohol hit her almost immediately. While her mother did do drugs, specifically heroine, she began her battle with addiction with alcohol when her husband was arrested on gun and assault charges.
Although he was imprisoned for trying to protect his daughter, the sentence wasn't lessened and his wife blamed him, never took the children to visit and hid his letters. She became bitter and spiteful, dependent and reliant on alcohol to make her feel like a sliver of herself again.
This also led to her becoming verbally and physically abusive to her children, Morgan catching the most flack, trying to protect her brother who was only 8 at the time.
Morgan would much rather go to school with long sleeves to cover the scars and bruises than to send her brother to school bent out of shape. Morgan firmly believed her mother was still in there under all the alcohol and bitterness as a teenager and a small part of her had yet to abandon hope.
As she went deeper into the house, she knocked on her mother's bedroom door only to have it open with the first try. "Mama. You in here?" she said, peeking her head down, seeing her mother sitting in the corner nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"M-Morgan, why you here?" she slurred, grabbing on to the dresser adjacent to her to try and stand. "Wh-when he get back he gon' hurt you Mo. You-you gotta go." She stuttered, stumbling toward her daughter.
"He's not here. Why you stay with him if you know he wants to hurt me, mama? He's already hurting you, he don't love you, he's using you! Look at what he done to you he got you strung out and drunk in here by yourself ma!" she exclaimed, anger and sadness dripping from her tone.
"Shut up! He-he do love me! He love me more than your no good ass daddy! Yo' daddy ain't love me or you! That's why his ass locked up now," she mumbled the last part of her sentence and it struck a nerve for Morgan. She knew her father loved her more than anything in the world. He told her every day and in every letter he wrote he said the same thing.
She knew her daddy went to jail because somebody did something to her that was unforgivable in his eyes, and he made a mistake that cost him his freedom but he did it because he loves his daughter.
"I'm not here to argue with you, ma. Elijah is graduating in four days and even though he says he doesn't want you to come, I think you should at least try. That's your son. I'm leaving, mama." She said, void of all emotion.
"So you just gonna leave? Leave me like your daddy left me? Fine. I ain't comin' to this damn graduation and he don't want me to come! Take this ticket back and get the hell out, Morgan!" she explained, throwing the small ticket back at her. When Morgan didn't make a move to leave, her mother began pushing her. "Go! Get out! I don't wanna see your damn face no more Morgan get the hell out!" she screamed, pushing and scratching at Morgan's face.
