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Invitation to a Better Life (Fate's Cruel Jokes Part Four) (standard:drama, 2765 words) [4/8] show all parts | |||
Author: Siobhan | Added: Sep 30 2002 | Views/Reads: 2577/1906 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Jessica's mother begins to hallucinate and her illness worsens, causing Steven and her to bond a tiny little bit. But Jessica is not dealing well with what is happening to her mom. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story tenderness, as if he truly cared for her and her mother. For a moment, Jessica almost felt like being nice to him but then she regained control of her emotions and felt her hatred for him come back. “What do you want?” she snarled at him and pulled against the far side of her bed. She didn't want anything to do with him, he had brought her mother to this god forsaken place and now her mother was crazy, dying as they spoke, and it was all his fault. He was an evil beast good for beating and eventually destroying, and she would allow him no other way of life. “I know you hate me but this about your mother so set aside the hostility for a few minutes, are you done?” he asked and she obligingly nodded her head, though grudgingly, “The doctor was willing to see her tomorrow during school. So, if we're not home until late, you know why. Chances are, there are going to be many trips to the doctors cause I think there will be a lot of tests they will need to run.” The idea of doctors and tests set off the death alarm in her head, it was like a death sentence for her mother, one that Jessica wished she had the power to revoke. “Do you think it's, it's...you know, it's fatal?” she barely breathed out the question, as if even the mention was a confirmation of the death sentence. Her mom used to be so vital and young, she didn't understand what was happening. It shouldn't happen to her mother, whatever it was, it should only happen to bad people like Steven. But at that thought, a flood of guilt washed over her, because Steven wasn't really that bad of a guy. If only he hadn't dragged them out here or hadn't married her mother. That would have been even better. “I don't know but I hope it isn't. I really love her and I know you don't believe me, but I can't imagine life without her by my side,” he choked back tears that threatened to spill over. He was trying so hard to keep from appearing sensitive and caring, but his eyes so full of emotion, betrayed him. She had the urge to reach out and hug him, tell him it was okay, but if she did so that would mean she cared somewhat for him and that was out of the question. So she didn't touch him, just sat stiff as a board, her hurt filling her up, ready to overflow. “Me too,” she whispered and he quickly escaped out of her room, probably to revel in a good cry. Jessica felt empty and cold. For a moment, she wondered if were she who were dead and this was her hell but she knew that couldn't be but she felt so black, for lack of a better word to describe how she felt. She loved her mother more than anything in the world and she could not even consider life without her but fate seemed as if it were slipping in that possibility. She had to quit thinking about it for maybe it were only headaches and nothing more, and she was stressing unnecessarily. But everything in her said that her mother was dancing with the angel of death and that hoping for otherwise was a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable. She fell into a deep sleep and when she awoke, it was time for school. She got dressed slowly than walked downstairs. Steven was sitting at the table, his hair a mess and huge bags under his eyes. She felt a little sad for the guy, he was pretty pathetic looking, but then she thought of the times he had slammed her for having morning hair, and all sympathy went flying out the window. “You look like sh*t,” she announced as she grabbed a bowl of cereal. No sense in pretending to be nice, he didn't deserve it. She poured the milk into her fruity pebbles and reached for a spoon, waiting for his response. “Lay off Jessica, your mother kept telling me to leave, that she wanted Richard,” he looked down at a cold cup of coffee in his hands and swallowed several times. Jessica felt her body go numb and she thought of her mother bashing her father who was long gone. She had kept it up all night? Why hadn't she realized that Steven was the real deal and that Richard, her father was a fleeting ghost? “She still thinks dad is here? She was doing it last night too but I hoped that when she saw you, she would realize he was gone,” Jessica responded, and felt her face grow hot with the suppression of her tears. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe and her bowl of cereal sat in one hand untouched and the spoon, unused, in the other. She was lucky she didn't drop the bowl in her senseless condition, her mind was filled with memories of her mother, both good and bad. “Nope, all night long, she begged for Richard,” he sighed, and one of his hands trailed a demented circle on the wood surface of the table. No wonder he looked so bad or that his mind seemed so occupied. She wondered how they would make it, if for the rest of her mother's life, her mom was asking for her runaway father and telling Steven to get lost? Would he eventually leave in exasperation, unable to handle the pressure? Not that Jessica would mind or would he stick it out, determined to win back her mother's heart? “Good morning,” her mother sang out as she merrily strode into the kitchen, “How are you all doing this morning?” Steven and Jessica sat flabbergasted by her sudden appearance which was so full of life. She was so unlike the way either one of them expected, and for being up all night, she looked as fresh as a daisy, undaunted by the big world. “That good, huh? Well, I am doing wonderful, no more head-ache this morning,” she cheerily poured herself a cup of coffee and winced when she took a sip, “Oh Steven, this is terrible. It tastes like mud, let me make you some good coffee.” She immediately threw herself wholeheartedly into the operation, as if nothing had ever happened and everything was right with the world. Jessica just didn't know what to think, she almost asked Steven if perhaps he were crazy. And she would have believed he was too if she hadn't seen her mother complaining about her father last night. “Mom, is everything all right?” Jessica inquired, her eyes wide open with shock. She was unable to comprehend how her mother had made such a remarkable rebound back into the center of life. She had seemed as if she were fading last night, how could she be so alive today? “Of course, why wouldn't it be?” she smiled as she grabbed ingredients from the counter. Her eyes sparkled with light and she seemed almost as if she thought Jessica and Steven were playing a joke on her. She seemed to dance lightly across the floor, delicate and strong again, but Jessica wondered for how long would she be able to keep that up. “You don't remember last night?” Steven found his voice, a tinge of resentment hung upon it. The hurt was so clear on his face and his eyes were so exhausted and disbelieving. She understood how he felt, she couldn't believe that her mother was really the same woman she had seen last night. It just seemed so unreal. “Of course I do, we went dancing and had dinner, then we came home and went to sleep,” she smiled yet again, “What is all this about?” Jessica balked at that response, finding it hard to accept that her mother really had no recollection of what had happened the night before. She saw Steven's eyes widen in disbelief too, and his mouth dropped open slightly. It was unbelievable, it truly was. “You have a doctor's appointment today,” Steven announced and she froze in the middle of her actions. She was absolutely terrified of doctors, she had been present when a doctor had gone to inject medicine into her mother. He had made a mistake and accidentally shot an air bubble into her mother's air stream. Her mom had died violently in front of her. She had also watched her dad die from cancer with the doctors unable to do anything. Jessica could understand why she was afraid. “Nonsense, I don't need a doctor, they're just silly headaches,” she casually laughed but something in her voice betrayed her fear. It wasn't the fear of doctors, instead, it was something else. Something that confirmed some of Jessica's worse fears. “Mom, it's not just silly headaches. You were asking for dad all night long and you kept telling Steven to leave you alone,” Jessica added to bring her mother to the real world, she needed her to understand the seriousness of the situation. She dropped the bag of coffee grounds, sat at the table, and began to cry hysterically. Jessica's heart went out to her mother, aware that this had to be tearing apart. “I'm so sorry,” she wailed. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Jessica was beginning to get a headache. She understood that her mother was going through a lot of pain, but she needed to grow up and go to the doctor instead of blubbering and doing no good. She began to feel short patience creeping into her and she tried to fight it but when her mom raised her head, and strings of snot hung from her nose like a whiny three year old, she gave in. “Mom, knock it off now. I need to know that I can go to school and leave you with Steven without having to stress that you are having a mental breakdown. You need to be strong and comply with the wishes of the doctor and Steven. I have to go to school and when I get home, I expect to find a cheerful mother waiting for me,” Jessica ordered and promptly dumped her cereal in the sink, it was mushy and gross now anyway, “I'm leaving now so please be adult.” Her mother and Steven were both too shocked to say anything and Jessica left for school. She was so sick of taking on the roll of mother, she was only seventeen, and she should be enjoying life. She shouldn't be worried that her mom might throw herself into fits or call the police cause a strange man was in her house. It was wrong, and God should not be dumping this on her. If he cared for her at all, he would have kept her dad and mom together and her mom would still be healthy. Her sole worries would be how to deal with Brandon and Joey, but they weren't. God had allowed so much to go wrong in her life and He wasn't interfering. She cursed aloud as a guy cut in front of her. Feeling all her pent-up emotion swell up, she flipped him off as she whipped up past him, cut in front of him and slammed on her breaks. She heard the loud beep of his horn and sharp squeal of his tires on asphalt. He swerved into the next lane and a passing car honked in irritation as it had to swerve into the middle lane. They then flipped Jessica off and she yelled some obscene words out of her window at them. The sequence of events sent adrenaline through her system and she felt somewhat better, even if the other poor suckers now had to go home and change pants. Tweet
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