Alex
Within an hour of me getting arrested, Janet fixed everything and we're headed back to my place. Maybe she's not that bad.
"Seriously, thanks." I said cutting the silence.
She turned my way and smiled, "It's seriously no problem at all. Not exactly how I saw my Sunday evening going, but whatever." She joked.
Before I could respond, my phone lit up and it was a text from my mother:
Your grandmother passed away, bambino. Mi dispiace.
The average person would be heartbroken over this loss, I, however was not. My mother's mom passed when I was eight so knowing she meant my father's mother who never cared much for me, it didn't bother me.
"Al diavolo mi ha persino detto questo. Come se mi importasse di quella vecchia borsa. Sarebbe fortunata se le versassi una lacrima. È sporca, marcia—"
"Whoa, whoa. Alexandria, calm down." Janet said.
The car pulled into my driveway and Janet turned it off before looking to me. "Is there a reason you are calling someone dirty and.. was that old bag you said?" She asked.
"You know Italian?"
"I know very few words. I'm more of a Mandarin type of gal." She shared. "But seriously, spill it."
"My grandmother just passed away."
She gasped, "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry."
"I'm not. That lady let my father walk out on me. She enabled his every decision and never questioned how he could leave his life with a family for fucking drugs. Never once did she ask how that'd affect me and my live and my future kid's lives. There's a whole lot of shit.. that I've done that I regret and half of my fucked up decisions is due to my absence, drug lord father. He fucked me up, Janet!"
My words discontinued as tears fell down my cheeks and I broke.
Janet
Watching Alexandria break into tears made me almost cry. I get her pain, my father was absent for a part of my life, and the next part, he was a cold soul.
"Alexandria, I'm not an expert in anything. Especially regarding psych and feelings, trust me. However, I don't think you're upset with your grandmother. It's your father."
"No shit, Sherlock."
I ignored her rudeness for the time being. "You should talk to him. Get it behind you."
She simply scoffed and exited the car.
I followed behind her and called out to her. "I apologize if that wasn't what you wanted to hear, but it's the truth. What if he regrets it? All of it?" I questioned.
"Cazzate!" [Bullshit!] She unlocked her front door and went inside, leaving it open for me.
I walked inside and was actually pleased with the decor. It was black, but stylish.
After I drew myself back into reality, I went in a hunt for her because she moved quick. Finding her return from what seemed to be the laundry room, into the kitchen, I spoke again.
"Alexandria, listen to me."
She kept walking.
"Listen. To. Me!" I shouted.
She paused and turned to me with fiery red eyes and anger written across her face.
"Don't ignore that man just because of the past. He might see his wrongdoings now. You cannot live with the thought of him not wanting you, that is obvious. However, how dumb would you feel if he wanted to make his amends and help you erase as much of the bad memories as possible and replace them with something new?"
She didn't answer me. She just stood there and bore a hole into my head with her eyes.
"Damita, I'm going to be frank with you. I do not give one fuck. Not one. And it is absolutely none of your business what goes on in my family."
I scoffed, "I just got your ass out of jail."
"I don't remember asking!" She snapped.
As much as I would love to whoop her ass in this kitchen right now, I have better things to do than to argue with a grown ass woman with daddy issues.
I grabbed my purse and handed to the front door. When I pulled the door open, Alexandria slammed it shut and spun me around.
"I'm sorry. That was rude." She sighed. "Don't leave me. Please."
The anger from her face had long gone and I could tell another breakdown was on the way. I have a soft heart for tears from anyone.
I took her hand and led her to the living room that I found earlier when I was looking for her.
We sat down and I let her rest her head on my lap. "Alex, it's okay to cry. It's okay to feel abandoned. It's okay to be upset and all. Feeling feelings is better than ignoring them so let it out." I softly said.
Within seconds, you could hear her sobbing. It broke my heart. Nobody deserves pain, but everybody deserves comfort. So I sat there and was her solace. All night long.
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