Telling Mother

She still remembered the time she'd told her mother she was pregnant. She'd only just arrived home from her first term when she went into her office. Her mother looked up annoyed but plastered on a fake smile.

"Emily dear, what can I do for you?" she asked.

"I need to get in touch with Agent Hotchner," she answered trying to stand firm and not show how scared she really was. She was going to have his baby. She needed him.

"Why on earth would you need to get in touch with Agent Hotchner? Did you two do something? I thought you despised each other."

She stood at attention and stared her mother in the eyes. There was no way she would let her mother intimidate her as she told her. "I'm carrying Agent Hotchner's baby," she said staring right into her mother's eyes daring her to cross her.

"You can't be intending to keep it?" her mother exclaimed in horror.

"I have every intention of keeping it. I won't have another abortion," she answered firmly.

"Don't you realise what this can do to our standing? What about Yale? What about my reputation? What about my political career?"

"I'll manage Yale..." she replied, "as a mother. Hopefully with the father so tell me how to get in contact with Agent Hotchner."

"Do you really think I'm going to help? You've disgraced this family. This can never get out...i know a great abortionist."

"Mother, I am not aborting my child..." she spat. "I love it unlike you do yours...you don't even talk about Thomas anymore."

Her mother slapped her across her face. Her brother hadn't been heard from for five years. He'd run off shortly after their mother had kicked him out for being addicted to heroin. Their father had tried to help him privately beforehand but their mother had caught him and kicked him out. All she ever cared about was how it would affect her political career. It had always been like this since they were children. They were meant to be seen and not heard and to convey the image of the ideal family; a mother, a father, a son and daughter. She and Tommy had only ever been there for a show. Her father had always been the loving parent and actually cared for them all.

"Get out," her mother roared while her eyes filled with rage. "I don't want to ever see you again."

The room looked blurry and fuzzy and suddenly went black as she hit the floor again. She woke up some time later to find herself looking at the ceiling and couldn't see her mother. There was no-one to help her this time. She got herself up and glared at her mother who was sat back down behind her desk.

"You're a cold, heartless woman, mother, and I hope one day you'll get what's coming to you," she said. "I'll be out of your hair soon enough...Just let me pack." She didn't even look up. She was her daughter for Christ's sake! Had she no heart? She vowed then and there that she would never be such a cold and unfeeling mother to her child.

She walked out and up to her room sadly. Life would never be the same again. She was losing her mother, her childhood home and the life she'd always known but she was having a baby. What would life hold for them? It was obvious now the father wouldn't be in the picture as the only hope she'd had in finding him wouldn't help. How was he ever to find him now but she'd never give up hope that one day he'd be in their child's life?