"ignore my mother, she has never approved of any girl I've dated."
he finally musters after the awkward silence between us. his comforting voice makes my skin crawl more than his large hand placed on my face as his thumb moves side to side gently a...
Guilt is a powerful affliction. You can try to turn your "back on it, but that's when it sneaks up behind you and eats you alive. Some people struggle to understand their own guilt, unwilling or unable to justify the part they play in it. Others run away from their guilt, shedding their conscience until there's no conscience left at all. But I run toward my guilt. I feed off of it. I need it. My Mother died never knowing if I would ever come to believe his innocence. For me, guilt is one of the few lanterns that still light my way."
The sound of an alarm goes off, I have waited so desperately to hear that noise. The metal gates open up and I put my hoodie over my head.
"Blaire Garcia!" A voice yelled, an unrecognisable voice. He was dressed like the rich and quite frankly I was confused as to what he wanted. Had they not given up on the story of Katherine Garcia.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" My anger lashes out. Getting out juvenile prison and being harassed by any sort of media wasn't exactly what I wanted to see right now.
"My name is Zayn Malik, I've come to give you something that belonged to your mother." He blatantly ignores my harsh tone at me and passes me a box with the letters "F&A" engraved onto it.
I scoff and pass the box back to him. "I don't want anything that belongs to her, she's a fucking terrorist." I spat out, my anger was getting out of control. Why would you bring this up to a girl who is ashamed of her mother. I suffered all my life because of her actions.
"Blaire, your mother didn't do it. She was framed and that's exactly why she's giving these to you. She left you diaries about everything and you should read it."
"If she's so innocent then where did they get evidence from huh? If she was innocent why was she convicted for crimes she didn't do?" My voice was getting louder as every minute passed.
"You should read her diaries. Your mother was a generous and loving person. We both know she would've never done this."
"Wait hold on what do you mean was?" I abruptly interrupted but frankly I didn't care. Why was he speaking like that, in that tense.
"Blaire your mum passed away 6 months ago." He looks at the ground in sadness, wiping away his tears. She was gone. My mother was gone. The last time I remember seeing her was the day she was arrested. It's not fair, how could she leave me to suffer
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I held back the tears and he passed me my box with a bunch of paper work.
"Your mother was an amazing person who had faith in me. She had more faith in me than my own parents. She was like my own mother. She trusted me so much she gave me the funds I needed to start my multi-trillion corporation zaptech. Without her I would be nothing. I have wired you $500 Billion into this bank account. I promise your mother I would give half my earnings to you. And you deserve it."
My mouth hung wide open. Did he say $500 billion? I watched as he got back into his car and drove off with the only memory I had of her and the news of her death. I did what I only could and dropped to the floor and sobbed. My mother was gone and I never got to say goodbye.
