She looked away again as if she was ashamed to look at me.
She looked so familiar. As if I had known her in another life.
I still couldn’t place her.
And then I saw the familiar Range Rover.
The air rushed out of my lungs.
“Mom?”
Chapter Ten: Hate
Anger coursed through my veins like molten lava, hot and fast.
What the hell was she doing here? Was she trying to ruin my life some more? Why did she always have to ruin everything?
She had put me through hell and back. Did I miss her? Sure.
Did I love her? No. Not like one should love a mother.
She had always been selfish and whiny but I overlooked that, she was my mom after all, but she was an adult and her childish behavior was silly. I’m the kid after all, so how come I have to act like the adult? My mom has the personality of one who wants to be taken care of. My brothers and I always had to fend for ourselves. And after her stunt in October when we first moved here, her attempt to kill herself, I had lost complete faith in her. Yes, I had worried about her, and still do but that episode had further imprinted into my mind that the only person my mother truly cared about was herself and I just wasn’t okay with that. I had always been a giver as were my brothers, and so was our dad. But mom, mom was a taker. She always was and always would be. Since now, she got to live forever.
“Kylie?” said Jonathon, and from his expression I could tell he had said my name more than once. My eyes were squinted in anger and my nostrils were flaring.
“What?” I snapped turning to glare at him.
“Are you okay?” He asked, worry lines wrinkling his perfect face.
“No, I most certainly am not! What the hell is she doing here?” I yelled. Everyone, including my mother could hear me.
I heard Gabriel whisper, “I didn’t know she was so feisty,” to Joseph.
“We couldn’t leave her unprotected. She could kill someone. Everyone that takes turns babysitting her is here. So, there was no one to watch her. We had to bring her,” he looked down, “and I also thought that maybe her power to change her appearance may help. I also thought that you might want to…um…see her now that she has more control over herself.”
“No,” I said harshly, “I do not want to see her. She’s no mother to me,” I snapped and got in the car, turning my back on the shocked faces of humans and vampires. I sat down sulkily in the seat, crossing my arms over my chest.
I knew I looked immature but it needed to be said.
Jonathon’s hurt face, as he got into the car, cut into my heart. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. I just wanted her to suffer for what she had done. After all, she still looked like she wanted to eat me. But Jonathon had thought he was doing something good, something to make me happy.
And he was right, I did miss my mom, but what he didn’t know was that I missed what my mom used to be, before the divorce, this new person was not my mother.
Jonathon’s cool hand brushed against my arm.
“I’m sorry, principessa. I wasn’t thinking about the pain this would cause you. I shouldn’t have been so callous. I should have said something to you. I just thought that it would make you happy. I’m so sorry that I was wrong,” he said in a rush so I barely understood what he said. He then lapsed into rapid Italian and I was at a complete loss.
“Jonathon, don’t apologize. It’s my own fault for not telling you the way I feel. I?
?m the kind of person who keeps everything bottled inside. I don’t want other people to have to suffer with me. It just seems unfair. And I know you think I’m mad but I’m not. Not with you anyway. You were doing what you thought was right and maybe it is right. Maybe she can help us kill Selena but I don’t want anything to do with her. I’m glad to know she’s okay but I don’t need her. She’s selfish and unreliable. Patrick and Amelia have treated me much better than she has and I’m far from their child. A mother doesn’t abandon their child the way she did. She would have died had she not been turned. I would never do what she did, no matter what pain I was feeling, I would make it through for my child,” a single tear slid down my cheek and Jonathon wiped it away.
“You’ve given this much thought,” He said it as a statement but I answered him anyway.
“Yes, I have,” I said damming back the tears that wanted to cascade down my cheeks.
“Are you calm enough to exit the vehicle?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He was always so gentlemanly. “Yeah, I’m calm enough,” I said around my hysterics.