Chapter 2: A Day With No Sonset

I pulled out of the embrace, staring at the woman as her smile seemed to drop. "Look, lady," I said, putting some distance between the two of us, "I don't know who you are, but I can guarantee that you're not my mother." i turned to look at Chad to find that he was looking at me, his face seeming just as bewildered as I felt.

"Well, of course I am," the woman replied, reaching out to take my hand. "You look just like your grandmother when she was a kid. And you have your father's smile."

"Look," I said, crossing the room to keep her from touching me again, "You have about ten seconds to leave before I call security."

"Oh, I'm not leaving," she responded, standing up and crossing the room to join me. "I came all this way to take you back with me. I want you back."

"Just get out!" I screamed, my breath coming out in a rush. She stared at me for a moment as if she couldn't believe that I didn't want some strange woman coming in here and telling me that she was my mother. "Look, I'm not trying to be rude," I started again, "but you must have me mistaken with somebody else."

"Oh, there's no mistake," she said, heading for the door as if she just suddenly became mindful of my irritation. "You are my daughter, Sonny, and you will come back with me. You will."

Once I finally got the strange woman out of my dressing room, I found myself sitting in the corner crying. I hated myself for even considering the fact that there may be a chance that she was telling the truth. But I continued to tell myself that she wasn't. Mom, my real mom, never would have lied to me. If I had been adopted, then I would know. She would have told me that when I was little, I wouldn't be hearing about that now.

Chad sat with me, holding me in his arms. I found myself burying my face in his shirt, just trying to think about nothing but him. Still, even in that perfect moment when I didn't want anything more than to just enjoy his presence, I was still overwhelmed by that of the woman. I didn't even know her name, yet, somehow, she seemed to be plaguing my life.

The next day brought an even stranger surprise. I came into my dressing room to find my mother waiting for me. She immediately got up and embraced me. I hugged her back, but something about the whole meeting just made me feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, Sonny, I'm so sorry," she bawled, squeezing me tighter in her death grip.

"For what?" I asked, gathering enough strength to pull away.

I stared into her eyes as tears began to slide down her face. She swiped at them with her hands, but her efforts were futile. "I'm so so sorry," she said again. "I should have told you before, but I just wasn't sure how. I wasn't sure of what you would think."

"What I would think of what?" I asked, losing my patience.

My mom took in a deep, calming breath and stared at me. "Sweet heart, Marshall called me yesterday and told me what happened. I flew out as soon as I could. There's something I need to tell you that I needed to tell you in person," she explained. She wiped the remaining tears off of her now red face. I could easily see that her eyes were searching me, expecting me to respond. Instead, I waited for her to begin again. "That woman, the one who came to you yesterday, I'm sure you thought that she must have been crazy."

"Well, yeah," I mumbled. "That's kind of the impression you get when some lunatic claims to be your long lost mother."

"She's not a lunatic," my mother interrupted me, tears beginning to fall again. "She was telling the truth."

"What?" I nearly screamed. "Mom, this isn't a very funny joke. Tell whoever set you up to this that they have a really poor sense of humor."

She stared at me as if I was speaking a different language, and I just continued to tell myself no. No, she wasn't telling the truth. No, that woman was not my real mother. No, my mother hadn't lied to me all my life.

"Honey," she started again, "a long time ago, I found you on my doorstep. From that moment, I loved you more than anything. And I told myself that when the time came, I would tell you everything. Then the years came and went, and your were growing and you were so happy. It was then that I thought, hey, why did I even have to tell you? No matter what anyone else said, you're my daughter, and no one could ever change that." As she finished, the tears poured down harder. I wanted to hug her and tell her that it was okay. I wanted to say that I didn't care, that she was right. But that just wasn't the case. I did care, I cared that everything I had ever known was a lie. And she wasn't right. She had no right to hide that from me, and she had no right to expect me to be okay with everything as she told me about it now. I had every right to be mad. I had every right to scream and tell her that what she had done was wrong. But some how, I couldn't. All I could bring myself to do was stand and stare and hope desperately that everything had all just been a really bad dream.

My mother rented out a hotel room not far from the studio. She gave me the number and a key and told me to come and see her when I came around. When I came around? I wasn't sure what to think about that.

The days seemed to be getting longer as I tried to forgive her. It felt like a day with no sunset, an endless loop of nothing.

I spent the day in my dressing room ignoring everybody. I ignored Tawni's attempts to break in, and Marshall's hopes of talking to me, and Nico and Grady's stupid pranks to cheer me up, and Zora's failed attempts at spells to lighten the mood. The only person that I wanted to see, the only person I allowed to see me was Chad. And that's where we sat, Chad and me, just sitting together silently in my dressing room as I tried to let the world dissolve around us. But i knew that nothing of that sort would happen. Soon, sometime very soon, I would have to face the big bad world. But that didn't matter as long as I could have this moment alone with him.

The following day, I tried my hardest to pick myself up from the dirt. I tried to laugh at Grady's jokes and pretend that I cared about Tawni's new nail polish. But in reality, none of it mattered to me. I couldn't bring myself to visit my mother. I knew that she desperately wanted me to, but I just couldn't. Visiting her wouuld only result in more tears.

Sitting alone in my dressing room, my cell phone began to ring. I answered it with a simple, "hello."

"Sonny, darling," the voice on the other line responded. "I can't believe how hard it was to find your number. How are you?"

"Who is this?" I asked, angrily walking around the room as I tried to put pieces together in my mind.

"It's your mother, sweetie."

I hung the phone up, tossing it onto the floor and stomping on it. If there was anyone I didn't want to talk to, it was her.

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