Abandoned

chapter 8

Mayra's p.o.v

Fùck. I feel like the absolute worst mother on the planet. My son sits there with his little pinky in the air and I feel the air rush out of me. My son is too young and all of this is affecting him so much. I already made up my mind though. Since before I knocked on my parent's house, I knew that being on the streets and popping pills was not what I wanted to do anymore. "beautiful" Marcus calls me the name he has always called me. The look on his face makes me think that he thinks I won't be able to promise this to my son, but for some reason this just fuels me. His little sad face will motivate me. I have to change that face into a happy, always smiling face. I hold my pinky up "Of course I pinky promise" I say and Marcus finally breathes and he rubs my back gently. "You can't break your promise mommy" Makayla reminds me. I nod, "I won't." I say. We finish up dinner and on our way out Michael says he has to pee so Marcus takes him to the restroom and I tell him that Makayla and I will wait for them outside by the car.

We are standing by the car having girl talk. More like butterfly talk when a car parks 2 spots over. The doors open and the people get out. I am too busy in butterfly talk that I do not notice who it is. "Hi Makayla" I hear a little boy say. "Hi Omar" she says and just the sound of that name makes my skin crawl. I turn around slowly and I am basically smacked in the face. Standing there are Omar, Julia and I guess Omar Jr? "Oh look it's the junkie" Omar says. "What's a junkie?" his son asks. Makayla looks at me. "Nobody, it's nothing" Julia tells their son and glares at Omar. "Omar, stop it, lets go" she tells him and tries to pull him away, but he doesn't move. "You look clean, you done popping pills?" he asks. "My mommy is sick, she's going to the dr" Makayla says and I curse my luck. "Oh that is good honey" Julia says. I look at her and she gives me a small smile. This is nothing like the Julianwho harassed me a while back. She even looks different. Really skinny and sad. Omar on the other hand still looks and is a herk. He scoffs. "Rehab, you're going to rehab. What about your kids Mayra?" he asks. "Why do you care" his wife barks out and I have no idea if he ever told her about Michael or what ever happened between us, but that is his business. "I don't, lets go" he tells them and they start to walk away, but he stays back. "Stop being a whòre and stop popping pills you drug addict. Did this bastard's father get you addicted?" he asks, waving his hands in Makayla's direction. "Leave me alone Omar" I tell him. "Don't push me. I need updates on my son. Don't make me take my son away from you" he tells me and storms off. I do not realize that I am shaking. Why are Marcus and Michael taking so long? Finally I see them walk out and he unlocks the car. I hurry and buckle Makayla in and get inside. He turns on the car and even before he pulls out Makayla speaks. "Daddy, what's a junkie?" she asks him. He freezes and turns side ways. He looks at me, then turns all the way to look at her. "Who taught you that word?" he asks her. "Omar's dad just called mommy a junkie" she says like if it is nothing. I'm glad she didn't understand him though. "Is that all he said?" Marcus asks her. "No, he said to stop being a horse and popping pills and then he said a bad word and mommy told him to leave her alone and he told her not to take her son away from you" she says. Why on earth is this kid so smart and so observant. She mixed up a bunch of words, but I have a feeling Marcus got an idea and I know he will be asking me later. "Hmmm" is all he says. "Well that man is crazy, so not listen to him, but a junkie is a person with a compulsive habit. Someone who depends on something." he says "lets go get mommy to the dr okay" he says changing the conversation and the kids nod. Michael has been quiet this whole time. I have a feeling he understands atleast some things and is embarrassed and it is safe to safe that I am embarrassed of being an embarrassment to my kids.

We arrive to the rehab center and you can't see much from out here and it is dark now. We drive up this long driveway and mom and dad are parked in the front. They are standing in front of the car, waving at us. I think this will be harder with my whole family here. Maybe I should have done this alone, but how would I have paid for it? I am sure Marcus is paying for this place. It looks expensive. I will owe him for the rest of my life. We park and get off. A short old lady walks out holding a clip board. Marcus asks for a minute and pulls me to the side to ask me what happened with Omar. I tell him everything. "I'm sorry that happened to you beautiful. I will deal with it." He tells me and kisses my head. "Please don't let him take Michael why I am in here." I beg him and he nods. "That's my son and he won't get near him. Don't worry. You work on yourself okay beautiful" he says and I nod. After he promises to spend more time with the kids while I am in here we head inside. We sit in the waiting area and the lady comes back with a little bracelet. It looks like the ones they give you at the hospital. It has my name and birthday on it. She talks to us about what I should expect. I won't have contact with anyone outside of the facility for 3 months. My parents and Marcus ask a bunch of questions. Day 1 starts tomorrow and in 90 days they will be able to come visit me. I just hope these 90 days fly by because I was used to atleast seeing my kids from far away. Mom hands the woman a box and bag and it has my clothes and some personal items they asked for. I'm ready to get my life back. Here goes everything!