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Mauricio."
My mom lowers her head so the anger in her voice can't be heard.
"Stop cursing Mercy right now. He’s your father and he is good to us. You’ll do better not to forget it. Don’t you dare mock what he does."
She then stands up in a haste taking her bag off the back of the chair. She takes one more look at me, and walks out.
I leave the table quickly after her, following her outside. It’s still raini ng and I can see her polka dot brolly up in front of me as she walks to her car. I reach her as she's about to get in. She puts her brolly down and opens the car door, then turns to me taking an exhausted breath. "If you’re going to get in Olivia, don't speak to me Okay. I’ve had just about enough."
"I just want to no one thing. Tell me why he's so good to us? Tell me why Mauricio is good to us?"
She blinks. "What? Olivia, just get in we’re going to get soaked." I hold the car door open so she can't get in.
"Is it money mom? Is that why you’re with him? Not for love just for the money?" I spit the hurtful comment. I’m going below the belt now but I need to get this out. I’m too angry to stop. She looks on outr aged, but I don't let her speak. “Is that why you didn't love my real dad?" I push my face towards hers, "Is that why you didn't stay with my dad? He didn’t give you money like Mauricio does?"
Out of nowhere I feel a stinging slap across my face making me let go of the car door. I hold my cheek in shock as she puts her face close to mine, screaming at me, letting it all out.
"Your dad was an abusive alcoholic who made my life hell. All he cared about was himself, and I can see him in you every damned day. He was a worthless human being and I’m glad he was murdered."
My eyes shoot open stunned as I take a step back. The hair on the back of my neck stands to attention. Murdered?
"What are you talking about?" I choke, backing away from her. "You said he died of alcohol poisoning."
She suddenly realizes what she has just said and immediately regrets it, trying desperately to dig her way out of it.
"That didn't mean to come out Olivia. Don’t listen to me. I’m just angry that's all. I don’t know where that come from. Please don’t repeat that."
The rain falls harder making my hair stick to my face while my mom starts crying hysterically. The cars race past us as we’re parked on the side of the road, but it's like all sound has stopped for me. I’ve been stunned to deaf.
My real father was murdered? Why was I not told about this?
She pulls on my arm as I go to walk away slowly. "No, Olivia, don't go, please. I don’t know what I’m saying."
I snatch my arm out of her grip and she falls forward onto her knees on the side walk. I look down on her in disgrace. I don 't even recognize my own mother.
"Please," she screams, as I continue to walk away. Why would she lie to me all this time?
I walk slowly up the busy high street in a daze. People are pushing past one another, even me, trying to get inside and out of the rain or whichever destination they have in mind. I don’t have one. I’m trying to register what my mom has just said to me.
After a few minutes, I finally register a car next to me, honking the horn. I turn quickly and see a blue micra.
The window rolls down and I see Mayra. "Olivia? What the hell are you doing? Get in."
I walk around the car getting in while Mayra shouts some rude words to the car behind her.
"What the hell are you doing walking around like that in the rain?"
I stare straight in front of me, not entirely sure what to say. Words fail me. My mind is blank.
Mayra doesn’t get anything out of me on the way home. She has left me in her car on the drive. I can’t go inside my house. I see my Moms car is here, I know I can't speak to her. What would I say?
I lay my head back on the seat headrest. I’m just about to close my welling up eyes, when I hear a loud bang on the car door. I jump up in fright shooting my eyes open in shock and
My mom lowers her head so the anger in her voice can't be heard.
"Stop cursing Mercy right now. He’s your father and he is good to us. You’ll do better not to forget it. Don’t you dare mock what he does."
She then stands up in a haste taking her bag off the back of the chair. She takes one more look at me, and walks out.
I leave the table quickly after her, following her outside. It’s still raini ng and I can see her polka dot brolly up in front of me as she walks to her car. I reach her as she's about to get in. She puts her brolly down and opens the car door, then turns to me taking an exhausted breath. "If you’re going to get in Olivia, don't speak to me Okay. I’ve had just about enough."
"I just want to no one thing. Tell me why he's so good to us? Tell me why Mauricio is good to us?"
She blinks. "What? Olivia, just get in we’re going to get soaked." I hold the car door open so she can't get in.
"Is it money mom? Is that why you’re with him? Not for love just for the money?" I spit the hurtful comment. I’m going below the belt now but I need to get this out. I’m too angry to stop. She looks on outr aged, but I don't let her speak. “Is that why you didn't love my real dad?" I push my face towards hers, "Is that why you didn't stay with my dad? He didn’t give you money like Mauricio does?"
Out of nowhere I feel a stinging slap across my face making me let go of the car door. I hold my cheek in shock as she puts her face close to mine, screaming at me, letting it all out.
"Your dad was an abusive alcoholic who made my life hell. All he cared about was himself, and I can see him in you every damned day. He was a worthless human being and I’m glad he was murdered."
My eyes shoot open stunned as I take a step back. The hair on the back of my neck stands to attention. Murdered?
"What are you talking about?" I choke, backing away from her. "You said he died of alcohol poisoning."
She suddenly realizes what she has just said and immediately regrets it, trying desperately to dig her way out of it.
"That didn't mean to come out Olivia. Don’t listen to me. I’m just angry that's all. I don’t know where that come from. Please don’t repeat that."
The rain falls harder making my hair stick to my face while my mom starts crying hysterically. The cars race past us as we’re parked on the side of the road, but it's like all sound has stopped for me. I’ve been stunned to deaf.
My real father was murdered? Why was I not told about this?
She pulls on my arm as I go to walk away slowly. "No, Olivia, don't go, please. I don’t know what I’m saying."
I snatch my arm out of her grip and she falls forward onto her knees on the side walk. I look down on her in disgrace. I don 't even recognize my own mother.
"Please," she screams, as I continue to walk away. Why would she lie to me all this time?
I walk slowly up the busy high street in a daze. People are pushing past one another, even me, trying to get inside and out of the rain or whichever destination they have in mind. I don’t have one. I’m trying to register what my mom has just said to me.
After a few minutes, I finally register a car next to me, honking the horn. I turn quickly and see a blue micra.
The window rolls down and I see Mayra. "Olivia? What the hell are you doing? Get in."
I walk around the car getting in while Mayra shouts some rude words to the car behind her.
"What the hell are you doing walking around like that in the rain?"
I stare straight in front of me, not entirely sure what to say. Words fail me. My mind is blank.
Mayra doesn’t get anything out of me on the way home. She has left me in her car on the drive. I can’t go inside my house. I see my Moms car is here, I know I can't speak to her. What would I say?
I lay my head back on the seat headrest. I’m just about to close my welling up eyes, when I hear a loud bang on the car door. I jump up in fright shooting my eyes open in shock and
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