Obsession

11. Meet the family

Guess who it is ;)

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"Promise?"

I look down on a younger version of myself. She looked so... full of life. Not like the mess I was today. This must be a dream.

"I pro-"

I stare back in horror as I watched everything unravel. Me hitting my head, dropping down on the group like a fish out of water, and the boy being restrained by the police officers.

I remember this all too well. This...

"Ellie wake up," mom's voice pulls me out of my nightmare. I frantically tossed and turned to find myself laying on my cold hard wooden floor.

"What happened?" I massage my temples. Headaches were always my number one enemy.

"You fell asleep... on here." Mom helped me up as I walked over to my bed. I laid down, moaning from the soft feeling of it. The floor made my back hurt like hell.

"What about Xander?" I asked. Last time, I remember confessing my true feelings. Fuck. I will never look or touch alcohol ever again.

"He left right when I came back. I found him sitting up against your door patiently waiting. You made us worried Ellie," mom scolds.

"Oh really? I thought I was just some revenge you carried out for dad," everyword stung me more than it did with her. Mom looks at me with pained eyes as if I've hurt her the most- when truth is, it hurt me knowing that's the reason for my existence.

Revenge.

It's a cruel joke for me to look past. How could we ever get past something like this?

All these years of being under her love and care, was it all a facade?

One thing is for sure, I'm hurting.

Mom was the first person I've loved, idolized, and truly admired for all her efforts of providing for me. I can't believe the one who raised me, protected me, and helped me through my toughest times was now beside me- a sobbing mess.

We were both sobbing actually. Unlike my mom who cried for forgiveness, I was crying because of all the anger I felt.

"Ellie, please hear me out," mom spoke in between sobs. I looked up as if the tears would stop flowing thinking about my realizations last night.

Might as well. I sighed, closed my eyes, then nod. I can't bring myself to look her in the eyes. Taking that as her cue, mom let out a shaky sigh.

"Your dad and I met when I was in high school. He came from Italy, and I lived in Canada- where I lived until you were born. I instantly fell for his good looks and personality," she chuckled lightly as she reminisced. Looks like falling for the bad boys runs in the family.

I lazily push her away when she started grinning widely from the sight of my lips tugging to a smile. Whenever she gives me that sweet and goofy looking smile, I could never stay mad at her. No matter how hard I try.

Mom let out a short chuckle then continued, "One thing lead to another, we had sex. But then after that, he told me how he can never be in a relationship with me. I was young and stupid. God forbid, I'm glad your grandma slapped me across the face once I confessed about my true feelings for that jerk."

I heard myself laugh at her way of telling me the story. She did tell me once, but never in detail. She told me how she had a one night stand, the guy left, and she decided to raise me all by herself.

"Go on," I pull my knees closer to my chest, hugging them as I listened closely.

"One day, I confronted him about it. He introduced me to his son. We fought, because I truly felt like he had feelings for me. But little did I know, he couldn't fully open up to me because of his wife, who passed away. I didn't care. I really loved that asshole. I was even willing to help him raise his son. So then he told me about exactly how she died. Turns out one of his enemies from Europe kidnapped her. It didn't take them long enough until they actually killed her."