Stacy Clara Hunter is somewhat of a mystery...
Not many people remember her, just her brother, parents, and Mr. Feeny himself. She was swooped away at the ripe age of 11, taken to the big world of modeling and acting by her lovely agent, Ms. Vivian...
She goes to step closer, causing me to step back with a hard look on my face. She freezes, watching me as I wrap my arms farther around me. My own throat is cleared before I feel my mouth open to say the only words on my mind.
"What do you want?"
Before she can say anything else, the swinging door opens to Mrs. Matthews wiping her hands on her apron. She doesn't look up as she speaks, only looking down at her flour covered hands.
"Eric, Hunny, who was at the doo-" she freezes as she finally looks up, seeing who decided to stop by. "Senator Shields? The Senator Shields? For the state of Pennsylvania? Where we live?"
"Hello...you must be Mrs. Matthews?"
She steps further inside, reaching her hand out to the woman who took my brother and I in when she didn't have too. My anger grows as my eyes bounce between the one who gave me up and the mother who took me in.
"Clara Shields. Apologies for dropping by unannounced like this..."
"Oh! No! You are more than welcome! But..uh..why are you here?"
"I was wondering the same thing."
The snip in my voice is obvious as all eyes turn to me, besides the brown pair that were already on me. Mrs. Matthews glances my way, confusion clear as she looks between me and Clara. Clara turns to face me again as she clears her throat.
"I..had to come see you. I had to know you were doing okay. With my own eyes this time."
"What? Don't have any on your team stocking me? Or did you have to do it yourself? How did you even know where I was, huh? Why did you even come?!?"
I feel my voice rising, it even echoing across the house. Taking a few deep breaths, I force myself to calm down enough as I feel another pair of eyes on me. These ones are small and don't need to know what's going on.
"You know what...I've got too much going right now to deal with this. I don't care why you're here or why you care, but just leave me alone. You are a ghost who left me years ago. Let's keep it that way."
She fights back tears, clearing her throat with a nod. She reaches into her purse, pulling out a small card before stepping closer to me. I just stare at her as she speaks.
"Okay..uh..if you change your mind, have any questions, or ever need anything..just call. Here's my card with all the numbers that you would need to get ahold of me. Please take it."
I stare down at the card, not moving a muscle as the room goes quiet. My eyes move back up to her face as a lone tear falls from the same eyes she gave me. She extends her arms further as she almost begs me with her blue orbs.
"Please..."
Ignoring her, I turn to Mrs. Matthews instead. She seems to have an understanding look on her face now, filled with concern as she looks between Clara and I. I can see Eric doing the same beside her and Morgan watching with curiosity and confusion from the little shelf area that separates the living room and kitchen.
"I'm sorry for yelling, Mrs. Matthews, and I'm also sorry that I'll have to miss dinner. I believe I need more time to myself right now."
"It's alright, sweetie..take all the time you need. I'll take care of Shawn when he and Cory get home."
"Thank you..."
I sigh at her words, feeling slightly better that I have her in my life right now. Without sparing another look towards Clara, I turn and walk back through the kitchen and out the back door. I make sure to grab my keys and purse, not knowing where I'd end up to blow off some steam.
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A/N
How're y'all doing?
Everything going good? Y'all need to talk about it?
It's okay if you do....
Drink water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love -the Author
Younger Linda Carter as Senator Clara Shields
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