Your Forgotten

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This chapter is dedicated to Cat Lady 😏 picatso  for being so kind by reading and voting. Thanks girl ❤

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11:59pm,
Wednesday, 31st of May 2017.

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To the woman who birthed me,

Today I got 'punished' by your husband.

This morning I went downstairs for breakfast, and the housekeeper was no where to be found.

I took a cereal box to the dining room where I met him sitting there, devouring his food. I was about to turn back to the kitchen before he ordered me to take a chair.

Without wasting time, he told me that he had given house keeper two days off, I was to take over her duties for those two days and hand over my phone to him till whenever he decides to give me back.

"Since your mother doesn't know how to handle you anymore." he had said with food in his mouth, not even looking at me. "I will teach you how to behave properly."

It took all the willpower in me not to stand up and flip him the middle finger, probably the table too and walk out.

I stood up again and his brash voice told me to sit back down. "You will clean every inch of this house. Don't bother cooking before you poison someone..."

He continued to vomit more instructions and I wondered if you knew about this punishment, if you still remembered that tomorrow used to be a special day for us. If it still even mattered to you.

After eating he left me in the dining room again and just like yesterday, I lost my appetite.

After spending the day changing his bed sheets, doing his laundry and cleaning both of your rooms, I went to that alley behind the house and took out another cigarette.

I rolled it around with my hand and wiped my eyes.

Holding it in my hand felt both right and wrong. A part of me wanted you to see me now, maybe it would spite you or hurt you or make you feel something.

Maybe it would make you step out of your fast lane a bit and maybe come sit with me at that alley.

Then maybe we could talk about old times and maybe find our way together.

Just maybe.

Someone called out my name from across the street and I looked up to see Maggie walking towards me, looking perfect as always. I hid the cigarette back in my pocket.

She stood in front of me, looking out of place in that ugly alley.

"Why are you home?" she asked me with a hand on her hips, looking down at me like almost every adult I know.

"It's not really your business" I answered her.

She sighed and sat next to me. I looked at her and surprisingly, she looked... Tired.

"What are you doing around here?" I asked her.

"Tutoring a few kids in this area." she shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

For almost an hour, we sat there in comfortable silence with our own thoughts running through our heads. Occasionally slipping curious glances at each other but it seemed neither of us were ready to talk.

"I feel... worn out Mollie" She finally broke the silence.

Mollie. I can't remember the last time someone called me that.

I didn't know what to say as she began spill out her heart to me.

She told me about her mother's plan to send her away to one of the best universities in the country, she told me she didn't want to go.

She wasn't ready to leave her friends, her boyfriend. she just wanted to go to a nearby university, get a degree and just make music.

A tear slipped out of her eye as she told me music was her passion. She didn't want to be the doctor everyone wanted.

Sitting there and listening to her made me realize that maybe she wasn't so perfect after all.

Maybe we weren't so different after all.

Your forgotten,
Mola

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I hope this chapter didn't suck as much as I think it does. Please let me know your thoughts so far about Mola :)