I sat on the stairs listening to my mother talk on the phone to a mysterious 2nd party from a place called the 'La Push Reservation'.
So far all I know is that this 'reservation' is my momma's hometown and she wants to go back.
"Billy, I need this, please." Julia, my momma, begged this Billy man from this reservation.
"Yes I know who her father is!" Momma scream whispered into the phone. My ears perked up at the mention of my father. He was never mentioned, it was one of my momma's unspoken rules.
"She's already 15! I don't think I could handle her if-" Momma stopped abruptly, how did he do that? If we do move, I need to ask.
"Ok, look, I say that we live in the old Quilette house in the woods, it's far enough away to make you council happy, and close enough that if she does...I know things are different." Momma said, her voice was strained, I shouldn't be listening this was personal. I started to get up.
Hold on, was that a laugh, no, it was a flirty laugh. What was she doing? She's too old to laugh like that. She has grey hair for God's sake!
"Is Mr. Warren still attempting to teach math. Oh, poor Jake!" Another pause, except this one resulted in a near growl.
"She is NOT going to school in forks Billy Black!" Momma took one deep breath while Billy explained, or at least that what I thought he was doing, why I needed to go to school in Forks.
I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up grabbing to soccer ball and cleats that were next to me on the stair. I ran down the rest of the stairs to at a time. "Momma, I'm going to go play some soccer with Kellie and Hillary." I said looking in the kitchen to see her sitting at the table. Her nearly black eyes looked worn and beaten.
"Alright Becca, be home for dinner though." Momma said tiredly.
I smiled and nodded my head leaning down to swiftly kiss her on her worn leather cheek then walked out the door.
Millions of questions swarmed through my head as I walked to the park, but two stood out the most. Why would this Billy man need to remind my momma about who my father was and how did he know when I didn't even know?
When I got home it was very surreal. She, momma, was still sitting at the table. She wasn't on the phone but she was still there, sitting in the chair, waiting on me to get home.
"Honey, could you come here for a second."
She sounded worried, but I knew what was coming.
She talked and I listened. She talked about how she needed to move back to La Push because she missed it dearly. It was time for a change, life was becoming boring. Blah.
She said that if I didn't want to move I didn't have to but I wanted to.
I'm such a selfish brat.