Chapter 7 – Feelings Cuffed
I had planned that moment in my head ever since I found out about my mother.
What I would say and do when I saw her.
But reality is always different to fiction.
When I found myself back in that room. Handcuffed to that same chair.
Seeing that man I thought would answer my questions turning out to be all so insignificant. A Man in front of The Man.
The man being the one person I wanted to see the most.
Instead of saying what I planned.
I said the one word that had meant so much to me.
"I've waited almost thirty years for this"
"Mom"
"You must have known this day would come. I could have prevented all this, of course. You were so small when you were born. It would have been so easy"
Sydney looked across and noticed the gun resting against her mother's thigh.
"Tell me... Sydney... who sent you here? You must tell me"
"Or What? I'm grounded?"
Irina raised the gun up and pulled the trigger, the bullet from it slamming into Sydney's shoulder, sending her to floor still attached to the chair.
"Tell you what -- think about it. I'll come back and ask you again" Irina said before turning around and leaving the room
Maybe antagonizing her wasn't the best solution.
But being handcuffed to a chair, with the woman you've haven't seen since six years old standing in front of you does strange things.
I detested her for what she had done. To my friends in SD-6, to Vaughn and to me and my father.
So I pushed her, being under the impression that even her wouldn't shot her own daughter. But she did.
But still the only thing I wanted her to do, she didn't.
I wanted her to hold me like she did when I was a child.