Chapter 26

As she walked, Rebecca put her hands in her pockets, feeling the piece of paper she had put there earlier that morning. She took the paper from her pocket and opened it. What she read confused her.

I know all about you. I know what you are. Your mother isn't fit to live and neither are you for being part of her.

What did this mean? What did they mean, her mother wasn't fit to live? She put the paper back in her pocket and felt her nose run. She went to wipe her nose with a tissue she usually kept in her pocket and saw it came back bloody. Then she remembered Ashley hitting her in the nose and the whole reason she was walking to the elementary school. I hope she got hurt when I dropped her, Rebecca thought as she reached the elementary school. She went to the rest room to make sure she wasn't still bleeding.

She looked in the mirror and saw she had blood all over her shirt. Great, Rebecca thought as she cleaned herself up, this was one of the best shirts I own. She finished up and left the restroom. She walked down to her mother's room, which was open.

Luckily, the kids weren't in the room. Rebecca looked in to see her mother sitting at her desk. Rebecca just stood there for a few seconds to at how beautiful her mother was, even with the whitish-gray streaks in her mostly jet-black hair. She looked so happy sitting there that Rebecca didn't want to disturb her. Rebecca picked up her hand and tapped on the open door three times with her knuckles. Her mother looked up at her and cried,

"Rebecca! What happened?" Before Rose even finished the sentence, Rebecca was standing in her embrace, crying. Her mother walked her in, closed the door, then wsalked her over to a table and sat her down.

"Rebecca, what happened? Why is there blood all over your shirt?" Rebecca explained what she remembered from the fight.

"What did I do wrong? Do I really come across as a slut?"

"Of course not. Here. Take the extra shirt I leave here and go change. You can use the teacher lounge's restroom across the hall, ok? I've go to go get the kids."

"Ok." Rebecca said, now down to nothing but sniffles. She went and changed into the shirt her mother gave her and it fit her perfectly. She splashed some water on her face and then went back to her mother's classroom.

Rebecca smiled when she walked in to see the kids at their desks. She walked in and they all looked at her. One of the girls' eyes got round and she looked back at Rebecca's mother and asked,

"Mrs. Sanakia, are there two of you?"

"Of course not, Shelia. Boys and girls, this is my daughter Rebecca."

"Hi. Do you like having my mom as a teacher?"

"Yes." Rebecca practically had a choir tell her. Just then a woman came in and Rose said,

"Ok, boys and girls. I want you to be good for Mrs. White, and I'll see you all on Monday."

"Ok. Where are you going?" A little boy asked.

"Rebecca isn't feeling well, and I'm going to take her home and make sure she gets well."

"Don't forget to give her chicken noodle soup." The boy said. This caused both Rebecca and Rose to laugh.

"Thank you for reminding me, Travis. Bye boys and girls."

"Bye, Mrs. Sanakia!" The little chorus of voices said. As Rebecca and Rose walked to the car, Rose said,

"You didn't even sign out, huh? I don't think it'll hurt to miss one day. Let's go home."

"Ok." Rebecca said as she got into the car. She noticed the paper sticking out of her pocket as she put her seatbelt on.

"Mom, I got this note this morning. It was when in my locker when I went to get my Government book." Rebecca said as she handed the paper to her mother.

"Oh, man." Rose said as she folded the note back up.

"What does it mean?"

"There's a lot that could mean. There's actually a lot you don't know, Rebecca."

"Like what?" Rebecca asked as they left the parking lot.

Well, we'll start with this. Remember when I told you that your great-great-grandfather wasn't human?"

"Yeah, he was Saiyan. But what does that have to do with this?"

"Well, the Saiyan race was a warrior race. When I was young, only about eight, me and my mother left my step-father to live with my grandparents."

"You had a step-father?"

"Yes. But he was abusive. He would even beat me for going to the park. We had left because I had finally told my mother that he was hitting me. He stalked me for two years and then kidnapped me. He took me to the summer home he owned and told my mother to come get me.

"When she got there, he killed her. Then he was going to kill me. If it hadn't been for my Saiyan heirtage, I would have died."

"Someone got to you on time."

"No."

"Then what happened?"

"I killed him."

"You what!" Rebecca cried.

"I know it sounds impossible, but I did. Then when I was 18, I was attacked at prom. I was stabbed with a knife and then the man left. That was the very same day your father proposed to me. See these scars?" Rebecca looked at her mother's right arm, which bore the name Gero on it.

"You cut yourself?"

"No. The man that attacked me at prom came out to the hosue and carved that name into my arm. He said if I made a sound, he was going to kill me and then go in and kill everyone in the house. He poisoned the blade to make sure I got sick, even killing me, if he were to get lucky. Later on, me, your father, your grandfathers, and some of their friends found him. One by one, he took us down, until it was only down to me. He didn't kill anyone, but he wanted grandpa Goku."

"Why?"

"Grandpa Goku had all kinds of enemies from the time he was young. I was used as a pawn to lure him out. I also killed this man, whose name was James.

"So, you've killed twice in your life?"

"Yes. But it was kill or be killed."

"This is really hard to believe."

"I know. Let's go inside. Your father should be home on his lunch break."

"Ok." Rebecca said, opening her door and getting out.