Memoirs Of a survivor

36. Mom's Home

It was Saturday, Finally, my eye had been itching all week, and I was still getting flashbacks when I went near the spare room, but I refused to let it defeat me, I stripped the bed, and threw away the sheets and the blankets in there. So the room was just full of dads old work gear, and some other things that belonged to him.

I was in the garden, mowing the grass, and pulling up weeds, when I heard the footsteps, stop at the gate, I frowned, and looked up at her. She had grown her hair long since I had last seen her, and was wearing a lot of makeup. From the looks of things, she had come into some money. She smiled down at me
"hey Scarlett" she held her arms out to me, and waited for me to hug her. I frowned, and stood up, but didn't go to hug her; I just looked at her, at that moment I noticed a man dressed in an expensive suit, hovering awkwardly behind her. He was tall with brown hair that was combed over to one side, I frowned at him. He let out a nervous laugh and walked towards me, holding out his hand. I backed away and he stopped
"hi, you must be Scarlett, your mom's told me all about you" I raised an eyebrow catching his lie,
"oh, you have me at a disadvantage, I don't know your name" I looked at him waiting for a response. He dropped his hand, and tucked it into the pocket of his well-tailored suit. "I'm Nick" I nodded, and looked over to my mom, gesturing to the house "he's inside" I said, and began walking over to the front door since I was just about finished with my task here. I walked up the steps, and went to the fridge.

As I rummaged, I called out to them "do you want a drink?" thinking that if nothing else, I would at least be polite to them. They didn't reply, so I gave up rummaging and looked at them as they studied the house. It was clean, since I had cleaned it that day, and there were drinks in the fridge, because I had been shopping. I glanced around the house, then over to my mother, who was stood looking at me. "What?" I asked, rather rudely, but I didn't like being looked at, it never meant anything good to me. A stern look fell over her features
"you do not get to speak to me like that, learn some respect." She came around the island to smack me in the face. I gritted my teeth and released a low growl, tensing up and then relaxing. I turned my head back to look at her. "Don't do that again" I saw anger flash onto her face, and then clear as she went to slap me again, this time I caught the hit, I would have let her do it, but in my head she gave up any rights to touch me when she abandoned me with that monster
"you, lost that privilege, the day you left me here, you don't get to touch me anymore " I threw her hand away from me as my eye began to itch again, I rubbed it, and moved away
"what happened to you eye Scarlett?" she asked. I thought back to the night my father sold me. When he had hit me in the eye, he burst something, and it resulted in part of the white of my eye having blood in it, and since he'd hit me repeatedly I had a black eye as well, just to add to the look. Shrugged and turned away from her not wanting to remember what had happened in this house. In my head I panicked, so I did the only thing I could. Turning I picked up my coat.
"Where are you going, I want to speak with you" I looked over at her, and she looked away nervously "I'm your mother, and I deserve your respect" I put the coat down on the chair in front of me and folded my arms
"what have you done to deserve my respect?" I asked in a cold flat tone trying to escape any emotions coming back to me I tilted my head to the side. When she didn't reply, I smiled, and picked up the coat, "didn't think so" as I walked towards the door, she shouted
"wait" I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow almost willing to give her a second chance. She still didn't speak, so I huffed and went for the door, but she called again. This time I came back and sat down "you have to sit and listen I am your mother" I shook my head
"if you think giving birth to me makes you my mother you are wrong" I stated with the same cold expression, this was getting harder and harder for me, and I just wanted to get away from this. My expression remained cold, but as much as I wanted to run, I stayed where I was. She turned to me fully, and lifted her head
"this is my husband nick" she gestured to the man she brought with her, but got no reaction from me other than me looking in his direction. After a moments silence, I huffed
"why are you here, it's been years" she nodded,
"I know, but I just wanted to see you" I looked down at myself. Then whispered almost to myself
"are you going to take me with you this time?" she shook her head
"no, I have a new life now, with Nick, I..." she carried on, but I had stopped listening at no. I picked up my coat again, and stood up, she began to shout at me but I shouted over her "then why are you here," I shouted. I was breathing heavily, trying to hold back the threatening tears "why did you come back?" I lost all the fight in my posture, slouching, and looking away, I brushed away the tear that fell "are you just trying to make things harder for me here, it was hard enough getting over the first time you left, so why come back" I was shaking now, I felt alone now knowing that not even my own mother wanted me. She didn't reply "you know what, I'd rather stay here with him, than spend another minuet with you" I said as I left the house to go and sit in my favourite spot just like I had wanted to all week.