Digging into the Past

"Are freaking serious!" Emily yelled when I told her everything I had heard.

I was over her house visiting her and the baby a few days later I was pacing back and forth with Rebecca in my arms. "Yea I'm serious. Marcus isn't Mark's."

Emily laughed, "That stupid bitch. She had her nerve to call Mark the cheater and she was the one doing the deed the entire time."

I sighed, "What's even sadder is that I told Mark that she was probably the one cheating."

Emily shook her head, "Wow…I wonder who the real father is."

I shrugged, "I'm not sure. He's real cute though and I feel so sorry for him knowing that he has a whore for a mother."

"Tell me about it…I mean the poor baby thinks Mark is his dad."

I sighed and laid Rebecca in her playpin since she was asleep. She looked so much like Emily but had Glenn's hair. "damn girl, you know Rebecca is going to have long ass hair when she's older right?"

Emily laughed, "Yes but by then her momma will have her cosmetology license."

"Well that's good. Maybe her momma's best friend can get discounts?"

"Of course girl!"

We laughed for a few seconds just before my cell phone rang. I looked at it and didn't recognize the number so I answered it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Uh…Kat?"

I froze at the sound of the person's voice I heard. "Dad?"

"Yeah sweetie,"

I sighed not believing he had gotten my number. "What do you want? I have nothing to say to you."

"Listen Katrina. I know you're still mad at me-"

"-that's putting it lightly." I snapped.

He sighed, "Look I just wanted to call and…and tell you how sorry I was."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry for what? Trying to butcher me? Constantly leaving me and mom alone? Or getting drunk all the time?"

He was quiet at first and almost sounded like he was crying. "Katrina…I know I'll never regain any of your forgiveness or respect and I'm willing to deal with that but I can't go on without telling you how sorry I am."

I sighed, "Yea whatever. Look I'm with my best friend right now and I don't really want to talk to you so good-bye and good luck with your future."

Without another word I closed my phone and tossed it back into my purse.

"Who was that?" Rebecca asked.

I shook my head, "My dad."

She looked at me in shock, "Really? What did he say?"

I rolled my eyes, "He was trying to apologize for what he did to me."

She chuckled, "Don't you think it's a little late for that? He should have did that a long time ago."

"A very long time ago… Anyways I need to get home. I'm sure my mom will want to hear this shit."

"True, well call me later ok? We need to talk more about that situation." She said.

I nodded, "Ok girl, see you later."

"Goodnight."

I headed out of her house, determined to get home and tell my mom about the phone call I received.

When I got home, she was in the living room going through a bunch of boxes and papers. They were scattered all over the living room making it look like a twister busted through it.

"Uh…mom…what are you doing?" I asked.

She looked up and smiled at me, "Oh hey honey. I'm just going through some of your dad's old stuff. I need to get rid of it since he won't be coming back to this house."

I sighed, "Well speaking of him, he just called me."

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "Are you serious?"

I nodded, "Yea that's what I said. He was trying to apologize for what he did but personally I'm in no mood for an apology."

She shook her head, "Goodness you looked like me when you said that. I guess people are right when they say we're twins."

I giggled and then decided to head upstairs for a nice hot shower. When I got up to my room, I opened my balcony doors and then turned on some soft music. I then pulled out some night shorts that were pink with yellow stars on them along with a long sleeved pink shirt. I laid them on the bed and then headed to my bathroom for the shower. So many things were going through my mind as the warm water bathed my body.

"Should I tell him? No…it isn't my place to tell him what I heard."

"Maybe I should just accidently let it slip…or maybe…maybe I should tell my mom that I overheard them talking about it…"

I wasn't sure what to do at that point. All I knew was that once Mark found out about this…it wasn't going to be pretty.

After my shower, I did my normal routine of drying off and then putting lotion on my body to keep my skin soft. I then blow-dried my hair and pulled it up into a high pony tail before putting on my night clothes.

"Hey Kat?" my mom called from downstairs just as I turned on my laptop.

"Ma'am?" I answered.

"Could you come here for a second…I need to ask you something."

I felt chills going down my back. "Oh no…maybe she knew I was listening to their conversation…"

I went downstairs and saw her still on the couch with a few papers in her hand. "Can you look at these for me…I think there is some kind of mistake?"

"What do you mean?" I asked as I walked over to the chair next to her and took the papers.

"Well…those are your dad's credit card receipts and it looks like he never went on any vacations."

I looked at the receipts closely and saw that during the time he was supposed to be on vacation, he was…at the Rockefeller Hotel downtown. I also noticed that the receipts were dated back to when I was eleven.

"This doesn't make any sense mom. Why would dad lie about going on vacation?"

She was silent for awhile and then a tear fell from her eye.

"Mom are you alright?" I asked her.

She sniffled, "Yes I'm alright. I just can't believe your father has been lying to us for nearly six years."

I looked away from her not wanting to see her cry. It made me feel so terrible and at the same time…angry.

"It's alright mom. He's out of our lives now." I said as I got up and sat next to her. I put my arm around her waist and laid my head on her shoulder. "I'm here for you."

She smiled and then kissed my forehead before laying her head on my head. "Thank you Kitty. I feels nice to have you here."

I thought about what she said and then wondered if maybe I should stay home…for good? I sighed thinking how I would have to look at the pain in my mother's eyes but at the same time…I would be in the place I was more comfortable being in.

"Hey mom?" I said.

"What is it honey?" she asked as she wiped her tears.

I looked up at her with a smile, "I want to stay home…for good."

She smiled in excitement, "Really honey? Are you sure?"

"Yes. But don't tell anyone just yet. I love surprising people." I told her.

She nodded and hugged me close. "You are the best child a woman could have."

"Well you're the best mom. Love you."

"Love you too."

Together we spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the papers and boxes while talking about dad. She ended up finding a few pictures of him and some girl at the beach downtown. Her hair was all pinned up with a scarf around it so I couldn't really tell who she was. She also wore some sunglasses and a diamond bracelet on her wrist. I shook my head at all the pictures and then left them on the mantle. I was somewhat determined to figure out just who in the hell that girl was.