Ruby
"M-my real mother?"
"Don't you remember me, Ruby?"
Of course, I remember that I have a real mother somewhere. How could I forget the woman who didn't for once treat me like a daughter during the few times she managed to be around my dad and me? That was a memory among others I hate recalling. I could blame my brain for being so vivid when it comes to memories, but it is still a part of me. A vital part.
But I still had to deal with the woman in front of me who was staring hard at me as if trying to drill thoughts and ideas into me.
Walking out of her hold, I said, "You are not my mother. My mother is most probably at her office working."
"Yes," she snorted. "That babysitter." The look of disgust on her face made me want to kick some sense into her. "I am sure she has bad-mouthed me. You know nothing about how vile she is."
My mind could only imagine what bad thing she was about to say about my mother. And my curiosity got the best of me.
"What do you mean?"
The tall woman wore a small smile and moved closer as though she had secrets she aimed to present to me.
"Do you know why I am not with your father? That woman stole him from me. She seduced him when I wasn't around and I don't know how ."
Still wearing a fake surprise look which encouraged her to talk more, I asked, "Really?"
"Look at me..." She beat her chest lightly. "I was a good mother to you and I would still be with you if not for that woman who has brainwashed your father."
"A good mother?" It would have been fun to watch her go on about how she was so good, but I had a class to attend, and so did Abby who was watching the exchange in front of her as silently as she could. "Miss Diane..." Her eyes darkened. "At first I didn't recognize you. But if you really are the woman who gave birth to me, I just want to tell you that I don't need you in my life."
"What? But I am your mother. Do you know how long I have searched for you? If not for that article that was written about you, I would still be searching relentlessly."
Of course, the article. I wet my lower lip with the tip of my tongue, my being already sick of her presence.
With laziness in my tome, I gave her my response. "Do you think I don't remember how you treated me? How do you expect me to welcome you after you treated Dad and me like trash? Because I clearly remember you took pleasure in coming and leaving as you wished "
"No, you've got it wrong. I-"
"Then, you find it so convenient to stand in front of me now and badmouth the woman who has taken care of me all these years? You should be ashamed, ma'am."
"But I am your mother. I-"
"You gave birth to me?" I guessed her last statement and a small look of disgust could not help but rest on my face. "From what I recall, you never once acted like a mother. So you have no right to stand here and expect me to act like everything is fine."
The little strength with which I was using to speak to her was getting dimmer as seconds passed. And then it finally hit me- I have two mothers.
"So, you are telling me off?" she scorned. "I guess you have your father's attitude after all."
An uncomfortable heat wrapped me up as if I was Shawarma. But I still managed a sarcastic smile and said, "Maybe I am like my father. And maybe I should ring him right now and tell him who came looking for me in school. I am sure he will be elated."
Diane did not miss the bitterness in my voice, so she just nodded and began to take small steps back. "Very well then. But know this, Ruby... The fact that I am your mother is just the tip of the iceberg. There are a lot of things you still don't know."
"Please..." I was beginning to feel stuffed. "Leave." I dropped the box in my hand and rested my hands on my kneecaps for a minute while my ears picked up the clicking of Diane's heels departing.
"Ruby?" Abby placed her hand on my back, her voice laced with worry. As I eventually stood straight and told her I was fine, she shook her head in disagreement. "You look pale. Do you want to go sit at our spot?"
I was sort of relieved that she was yet to question me about what just happened. Perhaps she understood that I needed to take things one step after another.
"That sounds good. But you are late for class," I said as my eyes swept through the surroundings and noticed the pizza bus had left. It took its loud music with it. " Don't worry, I'll go to the spot alone."
"Are you sure?" Abby asked and I nodded and handed her the box. "I will see you later."
We soon parted ways and I made for a quiet spot just beside the main school building where Jake, Abby, and I usually study. But someone was already there. Two people actually. And they both seemed to be engaged in a heated conversation.One of them, a young man who looked like he was bathed with money, sensed my arrival and said something to the taller guy with dark hair who quickly relaxed his grip against the wall and stole a look in my direction. Unlike the other guy, he looked rougher, but in a good way. And his eyes... there was something about them I found intriguing.
The rough-looking guy didn't stare for long. Instead, with a quick swing of his broad shoulders, he walked away and the other person did the same, leaving me to wonder if they were lovers. Quickly deciding that was none of my business, I soon realized I should be in class before Mrs. Cook decides to mark me absent for the rest of the term.
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As I stepped into the house, it was obvious Mom was already in, so I went looking for her. And there she was, in the living room, sitting freely. She was either very tired because of work or the pregnancy was getting to her already.As I walked closer to her, I could not help but appreciate how beautiful she is. From her full, black, shiny hair to her cute eyes which smiled even when her lips weren't tugging, I could tell why my father fell in love with her. She also had such an amazing personality and I could not have wished for any other mother for Zion and me and of course... the little one in her belly.
"Hey Mom," I quietly greeted as I found my seat beside her on the white couch which complemented the colourfulness of the living room.
"You are back. How are you?" Her eyes opened and she flashed me a smile while her hand reached to cover mine.
"I am good." I took off my backpack. "How was work today?"
"Oh, you know the usual... a lot of paperwork here and there. I am glad I will be having a break soon." I nodded in agreement. She sure did need a break. Although her publishing company was doing well, heading it was stressful for her.
"I met someone today." A pause followed. "She said she is my real mother."
She instantly adjusted. "What? Who?"
"Diane."
"Oh, my God. Why would she-?" Her worried eyes darted at me. "What did she say to you?"
Shrugging, I replied, "She just said she had been looking for me for some time."
"Anything else?" I shook my head and I had to wonder if there really was something else I shouldn't know. "How are you feeling baby?" Mom seemed more relaxed and I had to suspect something was being hidden. But since it is being kept from me, I guess it's for the best.
"I was taken aback. But I am fine now."
"Aww, my little girl," she cooed and pulled me into a huge hug, her hand running through my back. "I am so glad you are fine." I relaxed into her hold and failed to hold back my smile. Her hug is the best.
"Can I get a hug too?" The tiny voice of my ever-cute brother asked and I looked his way. His full black hair danced in the air as he approached us with those eyes of his that always wore curiosity.
"Hey Zee," I greeted him and he gave me a small smile. Man, I can't wait for him to grow up. Certainly, his smile will affect a lot of hearts. "How is my favourite boy?" He climbed into mom's lap and gave an inaudible response.
Typical of him."Look at you two... you are both so cute," Mom said, her eyes darting between my brother and me lovingly. "Alright bring it in."
"Family hug?" asked the little one and as my wonderful woman nodded, he squealed happily and dragged her into a hug. Then she did the same to me.
And I enjoyed that simple company. Without a doubt, they are people I love with all my heart. And I certainly wasn't going to let people like Diane ruin a such good thing.
RubyHeat enveloped me and my heart clenched as my eyes swung open after a too-familiar scene just played in my supposed-to-be peaceful sleep.I stared into the darkness ahead, and I wondered why my real mother bothered to show up.I might not be so sure how, but her sudden presence affected me. And... just a few seconds ago, I saw the scene where she slapped four-year-old me- a thing that hurt not just physically, but emotionally.She made me feel unwanted as a child. Her actions back then made me feel insecure about myself sometimes and that was a tough thing for a small version of me. What am I saying?It still is. The way my heart squeezed as I dreamt about that terrible day made me want to ask someone to scientifically or magically erase that memory and some others from my brain. But I doubt such a thing could happen except I get hit in the head or something.As I sat up, my now widened eyes checked the time on the small analogue clock seated on the small drawer beside my bed. I
Ruby“Who on earth does that woman think she is?” Okay. Maybe it was no argument, but there was no mistaking how furious my Dad was at that moment and it would be for a reason I could easily guess. “Dominic, she didn’t do anything to her," Mom cajoled, her voice a bit tired.“But she went to meet her at her school. Why?”I could picture my Dad tossing his suit somewhere he won’t remember.Then, I could see my mom folding her arms after running her hand through her hair.“Because she is her mother, Dom. Let’s just wait for-”“Diane doesn’t deserve to be her mother and you know that. Don’t tell me you have forgotten what happened with the whole Samantha thing.”Samantha. I frowned. I do remember Mom having a friend named Samantha who took me in at a certain time. Well that was until…“Dominic, don’t.”My frown deepened at the tone of my mother's voice. And then my head started to calculate things. Unlike her other friend, David who checks on us once in a while with his wife and kids,
Ruby“So, what was your response?” Abby asked excitedly. Who knew the duo I call friends would find my brother’s question while my parents were doing it, interesting? Apparently, Jake never actually ended the call the previous night so he heard my little brother being inquisitive. Stopping in front of Abby’s locker, I said, “I told him they were praying for each other.”“What?”I know, Jake.Truthfully the answer just came from nowhere. I certainly wasn’t going to lecture the nine-year-old about sex. No, no. That’s our mother's job.“Did he believe you? I doubt he did,” Abby pushed even more.Certainly, replaying the previous night wasn’t pleasurable for me. But it keeps coming to haunt me. Arrgh! Can I get bleach for my now-tainted mind, please?“Ruby?” Jake called. He looked eager for a response as well. “He didn’t. Not until I screamed 'oh Zion, oh Zion' with my hands clasped in front of me.”Trust me, it was very dramatic. And I was very loud, I think I stopped my parents' sess
Ruby As I made my way to my second class for the day, my friends' words about Bryan continued to plague my mind. The person I met at the prison entrance seemed okay to me. He didn’t even know we went to the same school at first but he engaged me in a very interesting conversation. So it made no sense. And a psycho? How could he be a psycho? I scoffed. Abby needs to end her subscription with her gossip suppliers and Jake… My thoughts fell apart like a deck of cards and my head tilted to the side as it occurred to me again that Jake wasn’t exactly fond of stupid talks. But still, it made no sense. Just when I was about to give up the delibrations, my eyes fell on the man in question who was leaning against a locker, staring at… nothing. Approaching him already, I wondered if he was thinking and wondered even more if I would be disturbing. But then, I was already so close to him and I would finally have a chance to prove my friends wrong. When my small body found stood in front of
Ruby "K-K-Kiss?" I stuttured. And at the same moment, the man let me go. He took a step back while his eyes smirking a little. Feeling suddenly hot and itchy, I reached for the side of my neck and began to scratch gently as my entire brain was still not sure what to make of his sudden statement. It didn't seem that the man in front of me wished to say anything more. Or was he waiting for me to give his audacious statement a response? I sighed dramatically in my head. What could I say? The English substitute teacher just told me he wants to kiss me. "Uh..." I needed to find something to say regardless. "I-I don't think it is appropriate for you to say stuff like that." "Why?" The way his brows twitched as he asked that simple question made his face look like it was smiling... and I am not going to lie, he looked a bit gorgeous. A little bit. A tiny little... Okay, no, that's not the point. Facing him squarely after I finally got over my mini shock, I said, "You are my teacher
Ruby Ignoring the woman in front of me, I rushed outside, Abby and Jake's warnings about Bryan ringing in my head. After I successfully pushed through the crowd that was trying to get past the entrance, I hurried towards the scene. It was no doubt the very girl Bryan was talking to. I definitely can't mistake her unique curls for someone else's. Even the little tug on her lips from earlier was still evident. Shaking slightly, I took steps back from the scene as my incoming thoughts started to frighten me. The questions in my mind didn't help issues either. Sirens announced the entry of uniformed men and I watched almost lifelessly as they urged people to move back so there will be more space for the available ambulance. From where I was, I could see the girl's blood-stained face and I could tell she was almost gone. But I couldn't help but pray for some miracle. Nobody deserves to die so cruelly. That statement drew my mind back to the fact that someone might be responsible fo
Ruby It still haunted my mind how Bryan's face instantly wore a grim look. It made me want to somewhat agree with my friends about his scary personality. But his expression change might not mean he is trying to keep an eye on me, that he thinks I know something. Right? Or, am I overreacting? Groaning loudly, my face looking up at the sky afterwards, I soon began to regret telling Jake to drop me off three junctions away from my house. I must look insane for talking to myself and wearing different thinking expressions while walking down the street. But then... I should tell the police what I know, right? I gave myself a small nod and soon stood straighter before resuming my steps. As I slung my bag over my shoulder, I assured myself, "I don't care if he goes to jail. He is not my friend. Why should I feel bad for him?" "I must say, you look cute talking to yourself on the street." I jumped to the side, absolutely startled at the masculine voice that sprung out of nowhere. Whe
Ruby “It is just a rumour, but it seems Bryan Lockwood is a suspect in Maddison’s case. Someone saw him being questioned.” Abby looked my way after blurting out her statement in the middle of the Avengers movie we were watching. “I always knew that guy was suspicious,” Jake added and I shifted on my seat, my mind finally touring towards the one thing I had been trying not to think about. Bryan Lockwood said he will punish me. No, he promised he would do it. And, that's a grandly messed up statement. “Do you guys think he killed that first girl? Uh… Melissa?” I asked my friends. “Melinda. It is very possible,” Jake replied to my question after relaxing his narrowed eyes. A sigh escaped me and I crossed my legs. “It doesn’t make sense. If he is a killer or what have you, why is he roaming the corridors of our school? Now that I think of it, when he was arrested for the first incident, he was too calm for someone who was supposedly being arrested for murder.” “What is going o