Chapter 4
A visit to Mommy dearest
In the morning, I woke up refreshed and rested, for some odd reason. After just finding out Zachary James was my father, I thought that I would be sad and depressed, waiting for myself to commit suicide. I crawled out of bed and hopped into the shower, pacing myself to make the right time that I would walk into the police station. I had a few errands to take care of today before I visited Mother.
I left a note for Brad, saying that I would be out and taking care of few things. I kissed his cheek, and headed out the door. I pulled up to the county jail, and sauntered out of my car, putting my sunglasses on top of my head. I walked inside the cold building, and asked for directions to the commissioner's office. I knocked on the door, and entered.
A man with dark brown hair and brown eyes was hunched at his desk, reviewing a police report. Maybe mine, I thought as I stood in front of his desk and waited for him to noticed me. I coughed, to get his attention, and he looked up sharply. His gaze softened as he looked at me.
"May I help you miss?" He asked. He looked about in his mid twenties. I smiled warmly and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He folded his hands.
"Yes, actually, I think you can. Well, I hope you can," I said softly, looking down. "You see, I'm Skye Lawrence-"
"Skye Lawrence, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you," I he said kindly. I smirked.
"I was wondering, if you could help me work something out. You see, I just recently found out that Zachary James was my father, and my mother has mysteriously disappeared after she had left the house. I have this crazy idea that she had this all worked up with a conspiracy with him. And I want to make her confess that she has. I just know that she has," I explain. He leaned back in his office chair and folded his hands across his chest.
"So you want me to. . .what?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. That made him look more attractive.
"I want you to tape the conversation that we have together. I know that we can make her confess," I said, completely determined. I wasn't going to let her get away with what she has done. She was going to pay. That raised his curiosity level.
"So you're saying that you want me to record your conversation with your mother, when she 'confesses', you want us to rush in and arrest her?" He asked quizzically. I nodded.
"Exactly. I'd even be willing to pay."
"That won't be necessary. This is part of your case," he muttered, leaning forward and propping himself up with his elbows.
"Are you willing to do it?" He sighed.
"Yes, Just let me work up a team of specialist, and we'll get a hold of you."
"I want it done by today," I announced firmly.
"What! That's quite impossible Miss Lawrence. I couldn't work up a team that quickly-"
"You don't even need a team. It can just be you and a few other officers. I don't need the swat team," I muttered. He shook his head.
"I don't know why I am doing this," He murmured. I smiled and clapped my hands together.
"So you'll do it?" I inquired.
"Yes, I will. Now go home, and see if I can clear my schedule just for you," he snapped, and I hurried over to his desk and kissed his cheek. He blushed, and I bolted out of the room and crawled into my car and sped home, eager to tell Brad of my good news. I burst into the door as Brad was cracking an egg into the pan.
"Hi," he greeted and walked over to me, placing his hands on my hips and kissing me. I tore away from him and clapped my hands.
"I have the greatest news," I announced to him.
"What is it?" He asked. I quickly babbled off to him what had happened recently at the station. He looked confused.
"I don't think that I quite understand," he said.
"Long story short, I'm going to have mommy arrested," I said quickly.
"Is that really what you want?" He asked. I grunted.
"Of course that's what I want!" I cried. He smiled weakly and sniffed as the smell of a burning egg wafted into his nose. He bolted over and set the pan into the sink, turning on the water and the steam rose quickly. He brushed it away, and looked over at me.
"I could never really cook," he said, and I laughed, and walked over to him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me, and stared deeply into my eyes. My heart melted.
"Skye, I love you very much," he declared, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly. He reached over, turned off the stove, and scooped me up into his arms, and carried me into our room. He laid me gently down on the bed, and sat on his knees, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I kissed him, and started to lift the muscle shirt that he was wearing off. I tossed it to the ground, and ran my shoulders down his back and back up to his shoulders, where I cupped his face and planted a kiss on his lips. He took of my shirt, and reached for the button on my jeans.
Suddenly, I had an image of Zach slowly undressing me. I wanted to scream, push him away, but I didn't dare. I pushed back the thoughts, and kissed Brad again. He slid my jeans down my legs and dropped them down to the floor. Brad shed the rest of my clothes, and his, and then he was inside of me. I held onto his shoulder and kissed him.
Zach's face appeared in front of Brad's, and I wanted to scream, but I didn't. It was Brad, not Zach, I told myself. I moaned and felt a shiver run up my spine. I ignored it, and kissed Brad passionately. We both reached our peaks, and Brad lay beside me, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me closer to him. I tried to catch my racing breath, and closed my eyes. Brad kissed my cheek, my hair, until I dozed off into sleep.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to go take care of some things," Zach said, brushing my hair back.
"Zach, what do you do when you go away?" I inquired.
"I do some things for my job," he replied.
"But I thought you quit your job."
"I work whenever I decided to work," he explained. I nodded understandingly.
"I have to go, I'll see you later," he said softly, and kissed me.
"No, you won't," I whispered low enough so that he couldn't hear. But he could hear me whispering.
"What?" he asked, turning around.
"Nothing," I said quickly, and looked out the window. He shrugged, and walked out of the room, turning on the light as he did so. I waited until I made sure that he was gone, then looked around for his cellphone. Stupidly, he left it on the entertainment center. I picked it up quickly, and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" the receptionist asked.
"Hi, I've been kidnapped, and locked in his bedroom, and I was forced to be his wife," I said. I didn't really notice how stupid this sounded until I had said it.
"Are you in immediate danger?" she asked.
"I don't know. He's gone to do some errands," I said quickly, spiting out the words quickly.
"OK, we'll send over a team of officers. They'll be right over," she said, and I hung up. I put the phone back in it's place, and went for the key in the compartment. I tip toed over to the door, and shoved the key in the lock, opening the door. But I felt Zach's hands on my shoulder's.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. My body trembled.
"I thought you were acting strange today," he muttered. I turned around. His smile was crazed. All of the energy I had saved during the day came into action, as my clenched fist came up and punched him square in the jaw. He stumbled back, surprised.
"Why you little. . . " his voice trailed off as he charged towards me. I bolted towards the door, and ran outside on to the balcony, my shoes making me slip as I walked. I slammed the door behind me, and grabbed one of the patio chairs, and placed it under the doorknob quickly. I made sure it was secure, and started to climb down the vines that grew on the wall. I started to hear the sirens approaching the house. Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks I as climbed carefully, not wanting to slip.
"Oh God, she called the police," he bellowed frantically. He kicked the door open, and bolted out onto the balcony.
"Get back up here!" He shouted. The rain started to pour horribly, blinding me and making the vines slippery. I slipped once, but caught my footing. Zach started to climb down quickly. I was halfway down, when he reached down and picked up my hand, staring to pull me up. I held onto the wall, and bit his hand, and he suddenly released me, crying out in pain. I finished climbing quickly, my feet hitting the ground. I brushed away the hair that was matted to my face, and made a dash. Zach jumped down, and ran after me, grabbing my hand. I slipped, and he pulled me up, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me. I screamed and kicked, finally getting out of his grip. The police had arrived, running out of their cars and cocking their guns. I ran in front of them, waving my arms to signalize that I was the one in distress. The rain let up to a steady drizzle. Zach ran up to me, grabbed me from behind, and started to carry me back to the house, but the police started firing their non-lethal weapons at him, and one hit him in the arm, making him release me, dropping me to the ground. I scrambled to my feet, and ran to the police officer, a woman embracing me and stroking my wet hair. I burst out into tears as the officers ran to handcuff Zach and put him in the back-seat of the patrol car, reading his rights as they shoved him in the back-seat.
As I watched them drive away, I saw Zach looking at me and mouthing something.
"I will always love you. I will come back for you." And with that, they drove him away, where he belonged.
I woke up to the ringing of my phone. I jolted up in bed, looking around nervously. I picked the phone and sighed.
"Hello?"
"It's commissioner Buchanan," he announced.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be calling for quite some time."
"Well, you told me that you wanted to do it today," he snapped. "Do you know where she lives?"
"Of course I do," I snapped. I had looked up her address days ago. She had lived about 20 miles from here.
"Good. Be over at the station in 10 minutes," he barked, then hung up. I slowly cradled the phone, and woke up Brad.
"What?" He moaned.
"I have to go darling, I'll be back soon," I said and kissed him quickly on the lips. I dressed, made myself presentable, and hurried out of the house with Mother's address and my purse.
Once I had arrived at the station, the "team," that he had hired were already in their patrol cars. I marched into the building and ran into Commissioner Buchanan.
"Finally," he muttered.
"Hey, I'm here, aren't I?" I snapped at him, tossing my hands into the air.
"OK, this is how it's going to work. We're going to hook up this tiny microphone to you clothing somewhere, and we in the cars are going to be listening to your conversation. When she admits it, if she does, we'll rush in and arrest her for conspiracy with Zachary James," he announced, showing me the tiny microphone. I took it from him and put it in my breast pocket.
"Will this work?" I asked. He nodded.
"That'll be fine," he muttered, looking away. I smirked, and marched back outside.
"We'll be staying a block away," he told me, and got into his car. I crawled into mine, and started the car.
I hadn't seen Mommy in some time. I wonder how much she had changed. I smiled to myself, thinking of the moment when she would confess that she wanted Zach to rape me. I could just be seeing it now.
Finally, after minutes, we arrived at 5723 North Cooler Road. I sighed, got out of the car, and slammed the door. I looked around for the police. They were parked down the street. Commissioner Buchanan gave me the thumbs up sign, and I glanced at the house. It was a two story brick Tudor house. I stomped up the large stairs and rang the door bell. The door chimes were loud, and soon, a tall, attractive man with dirty blonde hair, and dazzling blue eyes. He smile once he saw me.
"Who are you?" He asked kindly. "Ryan? Who is it?" Mother's voice wafted through the hall.
"Victoria Lawrence please," I ordered.
"Victoria Manning," he corrected. I rolled my eyes and stepped inside when he had shuffled aside. Mother had married. What a surprise. Why doesn't she learn? I walked through the foyer, and peeked into the rooms.
"Right this way," Ryan directed me into the den, where Mother was sprawled out on a blue velvet chair.
"You have a visitor darling," Ryan said softly. Mother looked up from the book she was reading, and turned white. My smiled widened.
"Hello Mother," I said sharply.
"Mother?" Ryan asked.
"Ryan," Mother sputtered, sitting up quickly. "This is my daughter Skye." He smiled.
"I'm your stepfather, Ryan Manning," he introduced. I tossed my hand in the air.
"Great, another stepfather," I muttered, and looked at Mommy. She gave me a cold glance, and sighed.
"Why are you here Skye?" Mother asked frantically.
"We need to talk," I announced. Ryan stepped out of the room, and I shut the French doors behind them, locking them.
"What about?" she asked nervously, twisting the rope of pearls that sat at her neck.
"You know exactly what we need to talk about."
"Is this about Ryan?"
"No!" I screamed. "It's about Zachary James! You Ex-husband!"
"What about him?" she cried.
"You know exactly what about him!" I screamed. You know that he raped me. You must have read about it, or he must have come calling to you from the county jail to ask you to defend him in court!" I exclaimed.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Yes, you do!" I hissed. "You do! Just admit it Mother! I'll tell you the whole story if I have to!" I shrieked, and began to tell the story, but she held up her hand.
"NO!" she yelled. "NO! Stop! I know it all!"
"Good! I'm glad you do! Where were you when all of this was happening?" I asked.
"I was away! I wanted to be away! I wanted to get away!" she moaned, her voice going up a higher pitch.
"No, you didn't! You wanted to get away so that you wouldn't be arrested for conspiracy!" I screamed.
"I-I don't know what you are talking about," she sputtered.
"Oh yes you do!" I accused. "You know that Zach is my father, and you know . . . everything!" I screamed. She flung herself on the floor and pounded her fists on the ground. She resembled a six year old child, not getting what she wanted. I watched her.
"Don't do this to me!" She wailed. "Don't do this!"
"Do what?" I snapped.
"Yes!" She hissed. "Yes! It's all true! I knew everything! I know it all!" A smile of satisfaction crept along my face. I had finally caught her in a lie.
"I knew it all! And I wanted it to happen."
"Why mother?"
"Because of all the things that you did to me!" She yelled.
"What things?" I shrieked.
"All the things that you weren't happy with. With the divorce, the marriage. . . Everything!"
"You're going crazy Mother," I muttered. She stood up and walked over to me.
"I talked to Zach just before I left him. I told him to do it. I told him to. He wouldn't; he refused, but soon, he grew to love you, he really did. He really loved you. He loved you more than me!"
"We're coming in," Commissioner Buchanan said into the microphone.
"No, wait until I give you a signal, I'll cough," I whispered.
"What?" Mother sobbed.
"Nothing," I snapped. "Why did you do it?"
"Why did I do it?" She snapped. "I did it because you deserved it!" I coughed, giving Commissioner Buchanan the signal.
"Well, Mother, I believe that you, deserve what is coming," I said, and with that note, the police burst through the front door. I unlocked the den doors, and eagerly let them in. I turned to Mother. She was as white as a ghost. I stepped aside and watched as The Commissioner and other officers handcuffed her and read off her rights. Ryan stormed into the room.
"What the hell is going on?" He roared. I turned to him and smiled coyly.
"Your little wife is being arrested for conspiracy," I said and rocked back and forth on my toes. He narrowed his eyes at me and walked forward to talk to Commissioner Buchanan about this. I stood back. Finally, she was being arrested.
"Rick! Stop looking at me like that! Stop!" I froze. Why would she say Daddy's name? She's apparently gone nuts, I thought. Ryan shook his head and asked her for an explanation.
"You'll hear it in court," Commissioner Buchanan told him. I walked with them out to the foyer and watched as Mommy was dragged into a squad car. Me and Ryan watched together.
"Why?" Ryan asked softly.
"Because she deserves it all. You'll understand one day," I muttered, then started to walk away.
"Wait Skye. I want you to stay with me for a while until I figure out what is going on with Victoria," Ryan said. I turned around and raised my eyebrow.
"Ryan," I said with a sigh. "That isn't going to be happening. I learned my lesson with the first stephfather that I had, I'm not going to do the same mistake with the second stepfather," I snapped at him, and stepped out of the house. Commissioner Buchanan walked up to me.
"Well done Skye," he said. I nodded and handed him the microphone. He held it in his hand.
"I better be going. Thank you so much for doing this for me," I said, kissed his cheek, and watched as the car that contained Mother was driven away. Commissioner Buchanan blushed, and tossed his hand into the air.
"It was nothing, just my job," he muttered carelessly. I smiled, thanked him again, and hurried into my car.
On the drive home, I thought about the situation. She belonged in jail, I thought. Then suddenly, tears welled in my eyes. She was the only Mother that I had ever known. She did give me what I wanted from time to time, and gave me a warm loving home. I bit my lip, and fought of my tears, and thoughts. Forget about it Skye
A visit to Mommy dearest
In the morning, I woke up refreshed and rested, for some odd reason. After just finding out Zachary James was my father, I thought that I would be sad and depressed, waiting for myself to commit suicide. I crawled out of bed and hopped into the shower, pacing myself to make the right time that I would walk into the police station. I had a few errands to take care of today before I visited Mother.
I left a note for Brad, saying that I would be out and taking care of few things. I kissed his cheek, and headed out the door. I pulled up to the county jail, and sauntered out of my car, putting my sunglasses on top of my head. I walked inside the cold building, and asked for directions to the commissioner's office. I knocked on the door, and entered.
A man with dark brown hair and brown eyes was hunched at his desk, reviewing a police report. Maybe mine, I thought as I stood in front of his desk and waited for him to noticed me. I coughed, to get his attention, and he looked up sharply. His gaze softened as he looked at me.
"May I help you miss?" He asked. He looked about in his mid twenties. I smiled warmly and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He folded his hands.
"Yes, actually, I think you can. Well, I hope you can," I said softly, looking down. "You see, I'm Skye Lawrence-"
"Skye Lawrence, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you," I he said kindly. I smirked.
"I was wondering, if you could help me work something out. You see, I just recently found out that Zachary James was my father, and my mother has mysteriously disappeared after she had left the house. I have this crazy idea that she had this all worked up with a conspiracy with him. And I want to make her confess that she has. I just know that she has," I explain. He leaned back in his office chair and folded his hands across his chest.
"So you want me to. . .what?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. That made him look more attractive.
"I want you to tape the conversation that we have together. I know that we can make her confess," I said, completely determined. I wasn't going to let her get away with what she has done. She was going to pay. That raised his curiosity level.
"So you're saying that you want me to record your conversation with your mother, when she 'confesses', you want us to rush in and arrest her?" He asked quizzically. I nodded.
"Exactly. I'd even be willing to pay."
"That won't be necessary. This is part of your case," he muttered, leaning forward and propping himself up with his elbows.
"Are you willing to do it?" He sighed.
"Yes, Just let me work up a team of specialist, and we'll get a hold of you."
"I want it done by today," I announced firmly.
"What! That's quite impossible Miss Lawrence. I couldn't work up a team that quickly-"
"You don't even need a team. It can just be you and a few other officers. I don't need the swat team," I muttered. He shook his head.
"I don't know why I am doing this," He murmured. I smiled and clapped my hands together.
"So you'll do it?" I inquired.
"Yes, I will. Now go home, and see if I can clear my schedule just for you," he snapped, and I hurried over to his desk and kissed his cheek. He blushed, and I bolted out of the room and crawled into my car and sped home, eager to tell Brad of my good news. I burst into the door as Brad was cracking an egg into the pan.
"Hi," he greeted and walked over to me, placing his hands on my hips and kissing me. I tore away from him and clapped my hands.
"I have the greatest news," I announced to him.
"What is it?" He asked. I quickly babbled off to him what had happened recently at the station. He looked confused.
"I don't think that I quite understand," he said.
"Long story short, I'm going to have mommy arrested," I said quickly.
"Is that really what you want?" He asked. I grunted.
"Of course that's what I want!" I cried. He smiled weakly and sniffed as the smell of a burning egg wafted into his nose. He bolted over and set the pan into the sink, turning on the water and the steam rose quickly. He brushed it away, and looked over at me.
"I could never really cook," he said, and I laughed, and walked over to him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me, and stared deeply into my eyes. My heart melted.
"Skye, I love you very much," he declared, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly. He reached over, turned off the stove, and scooped me up into his arms, and carried me into our room. He laid me gently down on the bed, and sat on his knees, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I kissed him, and started to lift the muscle shirt that he was wearing off. I tossed it to the ground, and ran my shoulders down his back and back up to his shoulders, where I cupped his face and planted a kiss on his lips. He took of my shirt, and reached for the button on my jeans.
Suddenly, I had an image of Zach slowly undressing me. I wanted to scream, push him away, but I didn't dare. I pushed back the thoughts, and kissed Brad again. He slid my jeans down my legs and dropped them down to the floor. Brad shed the rest of my clothes, and his, and then he was inside of me. I held onto his shoulder and kissed him.
Zach's face appeared in front of Brad's, and I wanted to scream, but I didn't. It was Brad, not Zach, I told myself. I moaned and felt a shiver run up my spine. I ignored it, and kissed Brad passionately. We both reached our peaks, and Brad lay beside me, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me closer to him. I tried to catch my racing breath, and closed my eyes. Brad kissed my cheek, my hair, until I dozed off into sleep.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to go take care of some things," Zach said, brushing my hair back.
"Zach, what do you do when you go away?" I inquired.
"I do some things for my job," he replied.
"But I thought you quit your job."
"I work whenever I decided to work," he explained. I nodded understandingly.
"I have to go, I'll see you later," he said softly, and kissed me.
"No, you won't," I whispered low enough so that he couldn't hear. But he could hear me whispering.
"What?" he asked, turning around.
"Nothing," I said quickly, and looked out the window. He shrugged, and walked out of the room, turning on the light as he did so. I waited until I made sure that he was gone, then looked around for his cellphone. Stupidly, he left it on the entertainment center. I picked it up quickly, and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" the receptionist asked.
"Hi, I've been kidnapped, and locked in his bedroom, and I was forced to be his wife," I said. I didn't really notice how stupid this sounded until I had said it.
"Are you in immediate danger?" she asked.
"I don't know. He's gone to do some errands," I said quickly, spiting out the words quickly.
"OK, we'll send over a team of officers. They'll be right over," she said, and I hung up. I put the phone back in it's place, and went for the key in the compartment. I tip toed over to the door, and shoved the key in the lock, opening the door. But I felt Zach's hands on my shoulder's.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. My body trembled.
"I thought you were acting strange today," he muttered. I turned around. His smile was crazed. All of the energy I had saved during the day came into action, as my clenched fist came up and punched him square in the jaw. He stumbled back, surprised.
"Why you little. . . " his voice trailed off as he charged towards me. I bolted towards the door, and ran outside on to the balcony, my shoes making me slip as I walked. I slammed the door behind me, and grabbed one of the patio chairs, and placed it under the doorknob quickly. I made sure it was secure, and started to climb down the vines that grew on the wall. I started to hear the sirens approaching the house. Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks I as climbed carefully, not wanting to slip.
"Oh God, she called the police," he bellowed frantically. He kicked the door open, and bolted out onto the balcony.
"Get back up here!" He shouted. The rain started to pour horribly, blinding me and making the vines slippery. I slipped once, but caught my footing. Zach started to climb down quickly. I was halfway down, when he reached down and picked up my hand, staring to pull me up. I held onto the wall, and bit his hand, and he suddenly released me, crying out in pain. I finished climbing quickly, my feet hitting the ground. I brushed away the hair that was matted to my face, and made a dash. Zach jumped down, and ran after me, grabbing my hand. I slipped, and he pulled me up, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me. I screamed and kicked, finally getting out of his grip. The police had arrived, running out of their cars and cocking their guns. I ran in front of them, waving my arms to signalize that I was the one in distress. The rain let up to a steady drizzle. Zach ran up to me, grabbed me from behind, and started to carry me back to the house, but the police started firing their non-lethal weapons at him, and one hit him in the arm, making him release me, dropping me to the ground. I scrambled to my feet, and ran to the police officer, a woman embracing me and stroking my wet hair. I burst out into tears as the officers ran to handcuff Zach and put him in the back-seat of the patrol car, reading his rights as they shoved him in the back-seat.
As I watched them drive away, I saw Zach looking at me and mouthing something.
"I will always love you. I will come back for you." And with that, they drove him away, where he belonged.
I woke up to the ringing of my phone. I jolted up in bed, looking around nervously. I picked the phone and sighed.
"Hello?"
"It's commissioner Buchanan," he announced.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be calling for quite some time."
"Well, you told me that you wanted to do it today," he snapped. "Do you know where she lives?"
"Of course I do," I snapped. I had looked up her address days ago. She had lived about 20 miles from here.
"Good. Be over at the station in 10 minutes," he barked, then hung up. I slowly cradled the phone, and woke up Brad.
"What?" He moaned.
"I have to go darling, I'll be back soon," I said and kissed him quickly on the lips. I dressed, made myself presentable, and hurried out of the house with Mother's address and my purse.
Once I had arrived at the station, the "team," that he had hired were already in their patrol cars. I marched into the building and ran into Commissioner Buchanan.
"Finally," he muttered.
"Hey, I'm here, aren't I?" I snapped at him, tossing my hands into the air.
"OK, this is how it's going to work. We're going to hook up this tiny microphone to you clothing somewhere, and we in the cars are going to be listening to your conversation. When she admits it, if she does, we'll rush in and arrest her for conspiracy with Zachary James," he announced, showing me the tiny microphone. I took it from him and put it in my breast pocket.
"Will this work?" I asked. He nodded.
"That'll be fine," he muttered, looking away. I smirked, and marched back outside.
"We'll be staying a block away," he told me, and got into his car. I crawled into mine, and started the car.
I hadn't seen Mommy in some time. I wonder how much she had changed. I smiled to myself, thinking of the moment when she would confess that she wanted Zach to rape me. I could just be seeing it now.
Finally, after minutes, we arrived at 5723 North Cooler Road. I sighed, got out of the car, and slammed the door. I looked around for the police. They were parked down the street. Commissioner Buchanan gave me the thumbs up sign, and I glanced at the house. It was a two story brick Tudor house. I stomped up the large stairs and rang the door bell. The door chimes were loud, and soon, a tall, attractive man with dirty blonde hair, and dazzling blue eyes. He smile once he saw me.
"Who are you?" He asked kindly. "Ryan? Who is it?" Mother's voice wafted through the hall.
"Victoria Lawrence please," I ordered.
"Victoria Manning," he corrected. I rolled my eyes and stepped inside when he had shuffled aside. Mother had married. What a surprise. Why doesn't she learn? I walked through the foyer, and peeked into the rooms.
"Right this way," Ryan directed me into the den, where Mother was sprawled out on a blue velvet chair.
"You have a visitor darling," Ryan said softly. Mother looked up from the book she was reading, and turned white. My smiled widened.
"Hello Mother," I said sharply.
"Mother?" Ryan asked.
"Ryan," Mother sputtered, sitting up quickly. "This is my daughter Skye." He smiled.
"I'm your stepfather, Ryan Manning," he introduced. I tossed my hand in the air.
"Great, another stepfather," I muttered, and looked at Mommy. She gave me a cold glance, and sighed.
"Why are you here Skye?" Mother asked frantically.
"We need to talk," I announced. Ryan stepped out of the room, and I shut the French doors behind them, locking them.
"What about?" she asked nervously, twisting the rope of pearls that sat at her neck.
"You know exactly what we need to talk about."
"Is this about Ryan?"
"No!" I screamed. "It's about Zachary James! You Ex-husband!"
"What about him?" she cried.
"You know exactly what about him!" I screamed. You know that he raped me. You must have read about it, or he must have come calling to you from the county jail to ask you to defend him in court!" I exclaimed.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Yes, you do!" I hissed. "You do! Just admit it Mother! I'll tell you the whole story if I have to!" I shrieked, and began to tell the story, but she held up her hand.
"NO!" she yelled. "NO! Stop! I know it all!"
"Good! I'm glad you do! Where were you when all of this was happening?" I asked.
"I was away! I wanted to be away! I wanted to get away!" she moaned, her voice going up a higher pitch.
"No, you didn't! You wanted to get away so that you wouldn't be arrested for conspiracy!" I screamed.
"I-I don't know what you are talking about," she sputtered.
"Oh yes you do!" I accused. "You know that Zach is my father, and you know . . . everything!" I screamed. She flung herself on the floor and pounded her fists on the ground. She resembled a six year old child, not getting what she wanted. I watched her.
"Don't do this to me!" She wailed. "Don't do this!"
"Do what?" I snapped.
"Yes!" She hissed. "Yes! It's all true! I knew everything! I know it all!" A smile of satisfaction crept along my face. I had finally caught her in a lie.
"I knew it all! And I wanted it to happen."
"Why mother?"
"Because of all the things that you did to me!" She yelled.
"What things?" I shrieked.
"All the things that you weren't happy with. With the divorce, the marriage. . . Everything!"
"You're going crazy Mother," I muttered. She stood up and walked over to me.
"I talked to Zach just before I left him. I told him to do it. I told him to. He wouldn't; he refused, but soon, he grew to love you, he really did. He really loved you. He loved you more than me!"
"We're coming in," Commissioner Buchanan said into the microphone.
"No, wait until I give you a signal, I'll cough," I whispered.
"What?" Mother sobbed.
"Nothing," I snapped. "Why did you do it?"
"Why did I do it?" She snapped. "I did it because you deserved it!" I coughed, giving Commissioner Buchanan the signal.
"Well, Mother, I believe that you, deserve what is coming," I said, and with that note, the police burst through the front door. I unlocked the den doors, and eagerly let them in. I turned to Mother. She was as white as a ghost. I stepped aside and watched as The Commissioner and other officers handcuffed her and read off her rights. Ryan stormed into the room.
"What the hell is going on?" He roared. I turned to him and smiled coyly.
"Your little wife is being arrested for conspiracy," I said and rocked back and forth on my toes. He narrowed his eyes at me and walked forward to talk to Commissioner Buchanan about this. I stood back. Finally, she was being arrested.
"Rick! Stop looking at me like that! Stop!" I froze. Why would she say Daddy's name? She's apparently gone nuts, I thought. Ryan shook his head and asked her for an explanation.
"You'll hear it in court," Commissioner Buchanan told him. I walked with them out to the foyer and watched as Mommy was dragged into a squad car. Me and Ryan watched together.
"Why?" Ryan asked softly.
"Because she deserves it all. You'll understand one day," I muttered, then started to walk away.
"Wait Skye. I want you to stay with me for a while until I figure out what is going on with Victoria," Ryan said. I turned around and raised my eyebrow.
"Ryan," I said with a sigh. "That isn't going to be happening. I learned my lesson with the first stephfather that I had, I'm not going to do the same mistake with the second stepfather," I snapped at him, and stepped out of the house. Commissioner Buchanan walked up to me.
"Well done Skye," he said. I nodded and handed him the microphone. He held it in his hand.
"I better be going. Thank you so much for doing this for me," I said, kissed his cheek, and watched as the car that contained Mother was driven away. Commissioner Buchanan blushed, and tossed his hand into the air.
"It was nothing, just my job," he muttered carelessly. I smiled, thanked him again, and hurried into my car.
On the drive home, I thought about the situation. She belonged in jail, I thought. Then suddenly, tears welled in my eyes. She was the only Mother that I had ever known. She did give me what I wanted from time to time, and gave me a warm loving home. I bit my lip, and fought of my tears, and thoughts. Forget about it Skye
