The Wright One

MIA

Frozen in my spot. I can’t believe what I am seeing. What is he doing here? I haven’t seen him in three years. He left after that night and never looked back. Why the hell is he here? In my parent’s house, like he actually gives a shit about any of us.

Alright, I guess he cares about them. He is still my brother’s best friend. My parents still care about him, just like he was one of their children. It’s just me that he didn’t care about. Me, the one that he left behind.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

So here I stand in the doorway carrying my son, who is wiggling a lot because I haven’t set him down. But seriously kid I am thinking we can see grandma and grandpa later. Just as I am about to turn around my mom’s loud voice calls above everything. “Oh Mia, there you are. I was wondering when you were bringing my little man for a visit.” She comes rushing towards me and his eyes fall right on me. He didn’t even notice I was here until now. I could have left. If I didn’t freeze up I could have left. I could have been long gone and he wouldn’t have seen me. It’s not like he is sticking around. I could have avoided this whole situation.

As his eyes travel from me to my son, I see the emotions flash across his eyes. He sees a boy about two with his eyes and his hair, the rest looks like me, but he sees himself. I have always played it off as some stranger, no one knows, no one but me. That’s the secret that I will take to my grave. Well, I have told my son, but he isn’t old enough to really tell anyone. I doubt he ever would.

My mom sees where I am looking. “Oh, isn’t it wonderful, Dex is moving back home.”

I put on a fake smile and turn my attention to my mom. “Yeah, sounds great. Um, so I came by because I was going to do some food shopping and I wanted to see if you could watch him for an hour. I could do it with him but he would be bored to death and I know you always like having your grandma time.”

She waves me off. “Oh, you know I want to watch him. I haven’t seen him all week. You are always so busy.”

This time I really do smile. “Well, you know how it is.” She is the one always complaining that I never spend enough time on myself. I am always doing everything for him and nothing for myself. I don’t even date, at least not really.

She gives me a stern look. “Yeah, I do. Now go have some Mommy time and get me some bananas and cream cheese. I’m out. Maybe pick up a date too while you are at it.” I know the last part is a joke. Well, mostly. I think if she says it enough times that I really will come back with a date.

I laugh. “Alright Mom. I’ll see you in about an hour.” I pass over the diaper bag. He leans over towards me. I kiss his little chubby cheeks. “You be a good boy for Grandma. Ok, Hugh, Mommy will be back soon.”

He kisses my cheek and I try to make a retreat before I have to answer any questions. I don’t want to answer any of his questions. He shouldn’t have a right to ask them. He doesn’t deserve the answers. He doesn’t need them, he can just go back to whatever hole he climbed out of.

I almost have my hand on the handle of my car door when his voice rings out. “Running out already?”

“I have some things to do. Congratulations on the move. I guess I will be seeing you around.” I don’t even turn around. He didn’t turn around once when he left. Why the hell should I now?

“Mia, I think we might need to talk.”

Now I do turn around a glare at him. “No, I don’t think we do. We haven’t talked in three years. I don’t see what we need to talk about now.”

He is about three feet away from me. The closest he has been to me since that night. “Who is his father Mia?”

“Some asshole I spent a night with.” I fold my arms over my chest.

“I want a name Mia.” He glares at me.

“Well too bad. You know you could have talked to me at least once in the last three years, but you didn’t. You chose to pretend that nothing happened. So, nothing happened. I have moved on from it. I suggest you just keep moving.” I turn away from him and pull my car door open only for it to be slammed closed again before I even have a chance to open it all the way.

“Damn it Mia, you have no idea what I felt that night. Or the next morning. You have no right to judge me.”

“You have no right to talk to me about anything. You left. No word. Not one in three years. I am sure you talked to my brother. I am sure he told you when I was pregnant. I am sure he told you when I gave birth. Yet you didn’t care to ask that question then, so you don’t deserve the answer now.” I glare right back at him.

“He didn’t tell me one thing about you. I was too scared to ask. I didn’t know.”

“Well, there is nothing for you to know. Now move. I have things to do.”

He is less than a foot away now. “We need to talk about this Mia.”

“No we don’t. There is nothing to tell you. Like I said, it was some asshole one night and then he left town.”

“Then I guess that is my answer. Because I doubt you did it twice.”

“How would you know? You don’t know me.”

“I have known you since you were three. I know you.”

“Fuck you. Get off my car.” I push him back. “You have no right to come here, no right to say you know me, no right to act like you fucking care.” I pushed him with each statement. “Just leave me alone Dex and I will leave you alone. It’s worked the last three years so why stop now.”

I turn back to my car and this time get in and drive away. I don’t let the tears fall until I am a good block away, then I have to pull over and let them fall. I thought I was over this. I thought I was past this, but seeing him again just brought it all back.