Mommy is Back

As I stood outside banging the gates, I didn't care that it was raining heavily, I just wanted to go back inside so badly. I had spent the whole day out here, scratching, crying, and begging. I was so exhausted that I sat down on the floor dozing off.

"Mrs Mirabel," a familiar voice called.

I slowly opened my eyes, and standing in front of me was Mrs Kate, the housekeeper. Mrs Kate has been so kind to me all through my stay in this house, she has loved me like a mother.

"You need to leave here," she said quietly, "Mr. Jerry just called the police," she handed me an envelope of money, "Please use this to get a hotel at least for this night— I'm sorry I'm not able to do more for you. Someday everything will be okay." she gave me a tight hug, and I staggered away.

I really didn't want to be alone, I waited to be around people, so I decided to go to my father's house. Maybe, just maybe, he will have mercy on me and take me back.

As I got to the door, I raised my hands to knock, but I quickly brought it down, I could still remember my father's voice when he found out I was pregnant, and I could still remember how he pushed me out of the house and asked me never to step my feet here again.

I summoned courage and knocked; he opened the door, and his face turned cold when he saw me. "Why are you here, you disgrace of a daughter?" he yelled so loud, that I flinched.

"Please, Father, I have nowhere else to go—please forgive me and let me in," I couldn't control the tears streaming down my face.

"Didn't I warn you never to come here again? I have no daughter, my daughter is dead, now get out of this building," he ordered.

"Please have mercy on me, I have nowhere else pl—"

He shut the door on my face. I just fell on the ground, crying, begging. The sound of the door opening again brought me joy and hope, I felt his heart had softened, and he was letting me in.

Just as I stood up, a cold sensation engulfed my whole body; I was drenched in water. Father had poured me a whole bucket of water.

"Now get the hell out of my property," he screamed throwing the bucket at me. I tried to dodge it, but it hit my leg, giving me a sharp cut.

I staggered out of my father's building, walking aimlessly on the road. I was soaked in water, my feet were bleeding, and my eyes were covered in tears. I didn't notice a blue car following me from behind.

At this point, I was tired of life; I just wanted to die, and I had no willpower to fight anymore. My eyes caught a chemical store on the other side of the road.

I crossed immediately, entered the store, and went straight to their shelf. The plan was to buy a chemical, look for a quiet place, drink it, and die. Maybe I will find peace in death.

My eyes caught a particular bottle on the shelf, and just as I was about to pick it up, a hand blocked me," You don't need this, Mirabel."

I slowly lifted my eyes up, I trembled at the sight of the person standing in front of me.

"Mother," I screamed.

She gave me a warm smile, "Yes baby."

I couldn't believe my eyes; my mother left us when I was 14 years old. I knew father was abusive to her, but she always hid it from me. I woke up one day, and she was just — gone. I hated her so much for leaving me behind. But this woman standing in front of me was different; she oozed money, her dress, her jewelry, her perfume, everything screamed wealth.

"What are you doing here?" I asked 

Come, she held my hands, trying to drag me out of the store; I refused, pulling my hand away from hers. "Please, Mirabel, I will explain; just follow me," she begged.

"Fine," I replied following her. She walked straight to the blue Mercedes-Benz from earlier, a man opened the door, and we both got in.

"So answer my question," I demanded, sounding irritated.

She moved closer to me, placed her hand on my shoulder, her eyes filled with warmth, "I'm here for you Mirabel, wipe your tears."

I pushed her hands off my shoulder, "Please leave me be; my life is over; I just want to end it."

"Get a grip on yourself," she yelled" Did you even think about your daughter? Listen to me, Mirabel. I know I have failed you once as your mother, but I will never fail you again."

"How do you know I have a daughter?"

"I know everything about you Mirabel, I never stopped watching you."

Tears streamed down my eyes, so all these while she had been watching me? "What do I do now mother, I have lost it all?."

She looked at me, and smiled, "You have me Mirabel. Now listen to me, you have two options — if you want peace? you drink the chemical and die, but if you want justice? Burn everyt

hing they love. We strike back, forgiveness is not an option