Learn to Love Again - Stampy and Squid

Chapter 16 - Visiting

Stampy's POV

I wake up to find a small layer of dew covering my face. My back aches as I sit up on the hard bench, having spent the night there.

After brushing the worst of the leaves and dew off my self, I place my hands on the bench and look around. I sat here when I first arrived in this place, before all this crazy shit happened. Before Squid had his accident, before Tessa, before our relationship, before everything that's happened in the past few weeks.

I shake my head. What's done is done. And Squid still hates me...

I stand up and, ignoring my protesting stomach, I set off for the police station. I don't know what I'll say to my mother, but I have to make her pay for what she's done. She's ruined my friendship with Squid, and any chances of maybe being with him again.

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I arrive at the police station about half an hour after setting off. The outside of the building is a miserable dark grey colour, the quickly decreasing morning dew creating almost black patches here and there.

My mother's in there somewhere. All I have to do is step through the doors, and.. and then what? I have no idea what I'll say to her, but I'll think of something.

I take a deep breath and cross the short car park. Stepping through the automatic doors, I walk in to a large room covered from top to bottom in white marble. I walk over to the bench and place my arm on it, only to remove it quickly. It's freezing!

A woman about my age comes up to the counter.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I was wondering if I could see Latisha Garret?" I shuffle my feet nervously.

"What is your relation to her?" the young woman says, eyeing my carefully.

"She's my mother." She nods.

"Please place any metal item you have on you in that tub there, nad then follow me." I do as she says and step through the detector.

My heart beats furiously in my chest as I'm led down countless corridors and past countless rooms. I feel sweat starting to pool in my palms. I'm crazy! I'm about to see the woman who abused me for so many years; willingly. Maybe that's what I'll do. I'll make her feel what she's done to me, like she did; with words. Words are my only weapon against her, at the moment.

The voice of the police officer startles me.

"Remember, anything that goes on in that room is observed on camera." I nod at her.

"Thanks... Beth" I say, reading her nametag. She looks surprised at first, but shakes her head and walks away.

"You have 10 minutes!" she calls to me. I take another deep breath and step inside.

My mother glares at me from behind the sheet of glass that separates us from phisical contact. I glare right back at her. She leans into the microphone we use to communicate.

"What do you want?" she spits out, as if the words disgust her. I don't answer right away. What do I want?

"Why did you make my life miserable?" I hardly realise the words are out of my mouth until I see a shocked expression on my mother. Somehow, I keep my mouth in a straight line and hold a firm expression, despite my fear.

Almost creepily, her expression changes from one of shock to a smile. Somewhere inside of me, I shudder. Only she can have this affect on me.

"Because you made my life miserable."

What?

As if she can read my mind, she answers. "You were the one who killed your little brother."

"I don't have a brother," I spit out. What kind of messed up woman is she?

"No, you don't anymore."

I stay silent. Is it possible that I did have a brother? How would I forget him?

"He died saving you. He saved you from falling off a train track, but in turn tripped and fell backwards. He was better than you could ever be." Her gaze hardens and she stares me right in the face. She's waiting for me to say something, I realise. I take a deep breath.

"If you're right and I do have a brother, then how would I forget him?"

"Amnesia," she says simply. I don't question it. Anything could be possible at the moment.

I stare at her. I had a brother and I never knew. A younger brother, who saved me. Somehow, I still forgot him. My mother probably hit me too hard that night.

"I hate you," I say to her, trying to put as much menace in my eyes as possible.

Before she can say anything, I walk out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

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I'm sorry D: This was a short chapter and kind of sucky, and it took me forever to write. I'll make then next one extra long to make up for it! At least I'll try...

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and goodbye!!! XD

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