Judas Kiss

Totally not cool mom

"Love is the best medicine, and there is more than enough to go around once you open your heart." ~ Julie Marie

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"That man made us look like fools." Jeanine sighed during breakfast.

"Well we all know who is to blame for that." Andre said bitterly.

"What do you mean by that ? this is all your fault for having resorted to kicking her out like that." Jeanine said oblivious to the fact that everyone around the table knew what she had done.

"Mom how long are are you going to keep this up ?" Andre asked on a serious note. It seemed Luc and Andre's father, all they ever did whenever something happened was watch, stare and not interfere. Andre was getting annoyed by their choice of stance.

"What are you trying to say ?" Jeanine sipped on her orange juice and stared at her son.

"Would it hurt for you to admit that you were wrong and you purposely destroyed my marriage. You are the reason why I missed six years of my son's life. You are the reason why things turned out the way they did and I don't know what's worse ? the fact that you pretend like you don't know anything or rather the fact that you begged Della not to say anything about my son and better yet even tried to pay her off." He clenched his jaw clearly frustrated. "I don't even know you anymore mother." Andre said wiping his lips with the napkin and excusing himself. His parents had invited him to have breakfast in the family house otherwise he would rather be else where. He thought just maybe his mother wanted to apologise but boy was he wrong.

"Did you see what your son just did ? he walked out on me." Jeanine whined. Benjamin Levetté cleared his throat and was ready to leave as well.

"Just cut the crap, Jeanine. This- all this- is all your fault." Ben said looking disinterested.

"Luc-" Jeanine turned to her youngest son.

"Mom what you did wasn't cool. Totally not cool mom." Luc said lastly throwing the napkin on the uncleared table. He wanted to laugh on the low but tried to act serious for once in his life.

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Della couldn't sleep a wink after the events that had happened the night before. She decided to call her mother after six months of silence between them. She just hoped maybe her mother would be willing to change and actually amend things between them.

"Hey what's up ?" Someone answered the phone. Della smiled knowing it was her thirteen year old brother.

"Hi, can I speak to Marcela ?" Della replied.

"And whom am I speaking to ?" He questioned.

"Just an friend, Adela." She rep(lied) knowing her mother would probably hate her more than she already does if she ever reviewed anything about being related to Marcela.

"MOM, THERE IS ADELA ON THE PHONE FOR YOU." Della listened carefully as Alex yelled for his mom to pick up the phone.

"What do you want ?" Marcela hissed on the phone after some few minutes.

"Just checking on you." Adela said in a sad tone, she wasn't surprised that the atmosphere between them had not changed.

"If it's money, you know I won't give you even if I have it." Marcela said in a nonchalant tone. Her husband was a successful businessman.

"You know i have never asked anything from you especially not money." Adela whispered feeling a tad bit hurt. Marcela rolled her eyes and wondered why she was calling.

"So ?" She retaliated.

"I found my father, Garreth McCarthy and he wants to be in my life." Adela said in a sad tone.

"He is still alive ?" Marcela asked a hint of hurt in her tone.

"Yes and he is very successful, certainly done well for himself." Adela said proudly.

"Mhm." was all Marcela could mutter.

"Did he-" before Marcela could continue Della interrupted.

"Yes, he told me everything." She nodded forgetting that she was alone in her room and her mother couldn't see her.

"Good." Marcela said. Adela was surprised because her mother had never been one to be short of words.

"If that's all, I will be hanging up."

"No, wait. Won't you even ask how you grandson is doing ?" Della pestered.

"Ofcause like I care. I'm too young to even have a six year old grandson." Marcela spat. This was when Adela felt anger boil inside her, she didn't even know why she kept on trying to see the good in her mother no matter what she did.

"Don't worry, I won't ever bother you again. You will never hear from me again and can I just say, i didn't ask to be born. You need to own up to your mistakes like Garreth did and stop making me feel bad for even existing. You had a choice, to have s*x. You had a choice to use protection or not. You had a choice to abort me, send me for adoption or keep me. You had all these choices and you decided only you Marcela no one else decided for you. I want you to know that I have always loved you no matter how bad you treated me. I wish you well with your life, this is the last time you will hear from me. Good bye Marcela." Adela immediately hang up the phone. She scrolled through her contacts and deleted the one contact saved as Marcela. She laid back on the bed looking at the ceiling thinking abut how much her life had drastically changed.

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