Venom
805 Words
Elena POV:
I could hear the knocking from upstairs but I didn't want to get up. I wanted to continue cuddling my baby and sleeping before he needed to wake up to feed and get a diaper change, but the knocking was persistent and wouldn't stop. Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed, making sure to not wake Mason. I laid some pillows around him, in case he decided to roll. I shuffled down stairs bare feet, I could see Chad asleep on the couch. I still don't know how I could have agreed to that. I unlocked the front door and opened it, my mother stood on the porch, a look of irritation and impatience on her face, and then disgust. She pushed past me, as she peeled off her satin gloves. "Ugh Elena!" She exclaimed in disgust, "just because you're a divorcée does not mean you get to-" She paused midway and pursed her lips in distaste. "Hi," greeted Chad cheerfully, as he pulled on his pants, my mother whipped hear head at me, staring at me with the stern look she used to give me when I didn't listen to her when I was little. I felt myself shrink under her gaze before stepping forward and clearing my throat, "Chad-" I started, but he pulled on his shirt and cut me off, "thank you for letting me stay last night," he flashed me a charming smile. I nodded with a smile, "you're welcome." He gave me a wink as he grabbed his jacket, "I'll see you around," he glanced at my mother and smiled confidently, "and it was nice to meet you."
After he had left, my mother turned to me, disgust evident on her face. "So is this why you got divorced?" She asked, her question shocking me and bringing tears to my eyes, "no-" I started to protest, to some what explain, but she cut me off. "I don't want to hear it! Your father and I have spoken, we think it's best that you come and live with us until Christmas is over." She glanced around the room as she spoke, never really looking at me. "Why?" I asked, and she snapped her stern gaze back to me. "It's Christmas Elena!" Scolded my mother, surprising me for a second, "the last thing we want is for people to talk," she finished, and there it was. The real reason behind her wanting me to come home. She didn't want me home because she cared or worried, or even because she wanted to support me, all she cared about was her reputation! My anger had boiled over inside me and I snapped, "get out!" My voice was loud and so full of anger, that for awhile I hadn't realised it was my own. My mother looked at me horrified, and Mason broke out into high pitched screaming from upstairs.
My mother glanced to the stairs and I grabbed her arm roughly, "Elena," she started in a small voice, "what are you doing?" "What I should of done a very long time ago, mother!" I spat, my voice was dripping with venom, "Elena, the baby-" She started, "Shut up! You don't care about us!" I shouted on top of Mason's crying, I opened the door and shoved my mother out, she stumbled a little because of her heels, a look of absolute shock on her face, "don't contact me again!" I slammed the door in her face and ran up stairs, two at a time to get to Mason.
Tears were streaming down my face, I cradled Mason in my arms and put him at my breast, he immediately latched and I sat down, crying a bit harder now. I thought about everything I had experienced from my childhood until now. My parents paid for me to go for extra classes to learn piano, cooking, singing. They built the ultimate trophy wife. Everything in my life was a decision that they made for me. My husband, my hobbies... Nothing was truly my own. I continued to cradle Mason as I walked to the large circular window that over looked the front yard, my mother was sitting in her car, I didn't know what she was doing and I couldn't see. After five minutes, she reversed and drove off.
I put Mason down, now that he was asleep again, and walked over to the night stand, picking up my cell phone and trying to switch it on. The screen just lit up with a yellow signal that blinked, I sighed, defeated. I wouldn't be able to call a cab now. I looked at Mason, I would probably have to walk to town...
I walked back to the window, trying to make a decision. Was it worth it to take him out in this cold?
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