I didn't look back and he didn't call my name again. I headed down the stairs with my suitcase in hand. When I got to the bottom step, my dad came out of the living room and into the foyer. A frown was etched on his face. He looked fifteen years older since the last time I'd seen him. The past five years hadn't been good to him.
"Don't leave, Jennie. Let's talk about this. Give yourself time to think about things." He wanted me to stay. Why? So he could make himself feel better for ruining my life? For ruining Somi's life?
I pulled the phone he'd wanted me to have out of my pocket and held it out to him. "Take it. I don't want it," I said.
He stared down at it and then back at me. "Why would I take your phone?"
"Because I don't want anything from you," I replied. The anger was there but I was tired. I just wanted out of here.
"I didn't give you that phone," he said still looking confused.
"Take the phone, Jennie. If you want to leave, I can't hold you here. But please, take the phone." Lisa was standing at the top of the stairs. He'd bought me the phone. My dad had never told him to get me a phone. The numbness was settling in. I couldn't feel any more pain. No sorrow for what we might have had.
I walked over and put the phone down on the table beside the stairs. "I can't," was my simple reply. I didn't look back at any of them. Although I'd heard Lucy's heels click on the marble floor alerting me that she had entered the foyer.
I grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open. I would never see any of them again. I'd only mourn the loss of one.
"You look just like her." Lucy's voice rang out in the silent foyer. I knew she meant my mother. She had no right even to remember my mother. Or speak of her. She'd lied about my mother. She'd made the one woman I admired above everyone else seem selfish and cruel.
"I only hope I can be half the woman she was," I said in a loud clear voice. I wanted them all to hear me. They needed to know there was no doubt in my mind that my mother was innocent.
I stepped out into the sunshine and closed the door firmly behind me. A silver sports car spun into the drive as I made my way to my truck. I knew it was Somi. I couldn't look at her. Not now.
The car door slammed and I didn't flinch. I threw my suitcase into the back of the truck and opened the door. I was done here.
"You know," she said in a loud amused tone.
I would not respond to her. I would not listen to her mouth spew more lies about my mother.
"How's it feel? Knowing you were left for someone else by your own father?"
It felt numb. That was the least of my pain. My dad had left us five years ago. I'd moved on.
"You don't feel so high and mighty now, do ya? Your mother was a cheap hussy that deserved what she got."
The calmness that had settled over me snapped. No one was gonna talk about my mother again. No one. I reached under the seat and pulled out my nine millimeter. I turned and aimed at her lying red lips.
"You say one more word about my momma and I'll put an extra hole in your body," I said in a hard flat voice.
Somi screamed and threw her hands up in the air. I didn't lower the gun. I wasn't going to kill her. I'd just wing her in the arm if she opened her mouth again. My aim was spot on.
"Jennie! Put the gun down. Somi, don't move. She knows how to use that thing better than most men." My dad's voice caused my hands to tremble. He was protecting her. From me. His daughter. The one he wanted. The one he left us for. The one he'd deserted most of her life. I didn't know what to feel.
