Welcome to the second part of the story. The first part can be found here. The reason this story came to be was this very picture. A picture prompt provided by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Something I did not wanted to reveal yesterday.
The Good Mother! 2nd Part.
Peter steps out of the car and closes the door fast before he runs up to the gate and down the path into grandma’s arms. The smile on grandma quickly disappears when she looks up towards the car. The two wave as Vanessa drives off. The rain, a thick mist of water fades the red lights from their sight before they go inside.
The night is fully alive with sirens echoing through the streets. During the rive a painful shudder has Vanessa loose control and run over a garbage can. Her mind wanders and tries to make sense of what has happened. It was that call from a friend who lived up one door from where her son was staying. The worry expressed by her friend overwhelmed her and without a thought had her ran from her home. It is still a bit of a blur of what was said but the worry became and insatiable anger a wrath of a mother unleashed and gain momentum on an autopilot.
A rush, the kick and adrenaline made everything move so slow. Braking with squealing tires, and a quick walk around the house. Time blurred reality for her, for the last thing she remembered was her son put inside her car. And time just passes without notice.
Stopping the car on her driveway she struggles to get out and drops to her knees. A hand held on tight on her waist, she gets up and stumbles to the porch and drops against the door, that swings open. With a short scream she drops into her hallway and pulls her self up onto the stairs banister. Her eyes stare with little to no life in hem.
Not bothering to close the door she wobbled up the stair on bare feet covered in cuts and blood from having left the house without shoes, with every few seconds a bump into the wall or bannister. Throwing her clothes of her back she reaches the bathroom, with a bath already filled. The bubbles melted into the water and created a soft milky substance.
Mindlessly the steps into the cold water and submerges her body. The murky water stinging the wounds that bleed out and mix into the milky liquid. A sigh of relieve escapes her lips, with her head leaned back on the ledge. “I am a good Mother, am I not? Forgive me Peter!”
A text message appears on her phone. It is from her mums and it says; Peter is Okay only a some bruises and a burn mark.
“At least you are safe Peter, I am sorry?”
The words have her realise what happened as her memory flows back with her eyes closed. The phone call her, frantic rush to get her son away from that man, her ex since two months. It was all real, unbelievably real. Never did she think he would be doing something like that but he did. But it was seen from a window by her friend an old neighbour she kept in kept in contact with. Two children same age as Peter.
‘I went back inside and raged at him. Lost control and came at him with a full force. Hits exchanged in the hall and kitchen. Struggle for a knife.’ Vanessa sees bits and pieces happening all over again. A sting fiercely forces itself through her body. The pink water splashes up and over the edge of the bath. Vanessa holds on to the rim and leans her head over her arm.
“POLICE WE ARE COMING IN.”
“I am up here…” with shallow breath and last strength she used to call the police up to her bathroom. The first officer that reached the bathroom heard her speak before her head lost strength and hung quietly down on her extended arm. “I am… a good… Mother?”
And yes I know I am an oddball to come up with something, no where near, what your first thought was with this picture. I hope you enjoyed the read and let me know what you think.