Trollhunters: Never Alone

Confrontation

        After school was over, I went back home and I was so nervous. Where had the letter gone? I searched the whole cafe with the help of Elizabeth and Patrick and we couldn't find it. Elizabeth, Patrick, and I separated with the promise of meeting again soon. When I got inside the house, I was going to find Jim, but realized that he was probably at Troll market. I went inside my room to grab some homework to grade and head to Troll market only to find Jim in there... reading the letter from dad.

        "Jim..." I whispered to shocked to say anything else.

        He finished the letter and looked up at me with anger in his eyes. An anger that I never want to see again. He asked, "How long have you had this, Mo?"

        "Jim... I was going to tell you and Mom. That's what the note I sent you-" I was interrupted.

        "How long?" Jim demanded to know. He had every right to be mad at me. I should've known not to keep this secret for so long. I crossed my arms and looked away in shame while admitting quietly, "Since my birthday."

        Jim looked at me with shock and betrayal. He said, "And you didn't tell me... Whatever happened to not facing these things alone? What happened to the promise to tell each other when something major happens?" I stood there silent. Guilt was eating me from the inside out. I was such a hypocrite making Jim tell me when something important had occurred and not doing the same when that letter arrived.

        My lips trembled and I sobbed, "I'm sorry. I should've told you. I should've. I was so confused. I'm still confused. Ever since I read the letter, my mind has been in a constant battle. You know how hard it was when dad left. On all of us. I need closure. I need to put my past behind me and move forward, but I don't know if going to Vermont is the best idea. But, I do need closure."

        I felt arms wrap around me and I wrapped my arms around Jim and I cried into his shoulder. We heard the door open and our mother called for us. Jim looked at me and silently asked if it was alright to tell mom. I nodded my head. We already have so many secrets that are kept from our mom. We can't keep this secret from her too. Our mother came upstairs and she found the two of us in tears.

        "What's wrong?" Our mother asked.

        I handed her the letter and she dropped the letter in shock too. We all simply hugged one another comforting each other to try and heal the wounds of the past. After about an hour, my mother asked, "What are you going to do?" I thought about it and made my decision.

        "I'm not going to Vermont, but I'm not going to leave dad hanging. I'm going to write to him." I answered.

        "I think that it's best that we all write to him. We'll do this together. As a family." Jim said. My mother smiled and agreed. We all went to our rooms and we agreed that we would not read what the other wrote. That was between that person and our father. I sat at my desk, pulled out a piece of paper and began to write:

                 Dear Father,

                After much consideration, I have decided that it would not be the best idea to go to Vermont, but the decision wasn't made out of hate. Dad, I forgive you. I realize that I needed to let go of the anger that's been holding me back all these years in order to truly heal. Do I think that we'll ever have the relationship that we used to? No, but we will both be able to move forward and not be stuck constantly thinking about the whys and the what ifs. Good-bye, father.

       Your daughter,
Monica Lake

        I just sat there reading what I wrote over and over again. It was short, but it was to the point. I felt relief flood through me and it brought me an indescribable joy. I had done it and I was healing. No longer did I feel like I had a wall around me. I have forgiven him and I now felt free. Tears ran down my face and I walked out of the room. My mother and Jim were in the living room and we all embraced each other. We put our letters together, put a recent picture of the three of us together, and closed the envelope. We wrote the address that my dad had given me in the letter and we mailed our letter to dad showing him that we have moved forward.