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Chapter 7
"Sweet Mother of Mine"
I was once told that we must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. That was exactly what I had to do. Embrace the pain of never being able to meet my father, burn that pain, and use the fuel for my journey. But no one understood how I felt. I could've been dead for all I knew. I felt empty. I just wanted to tell Rachel to take me home. Then, I would lie down in bed, have mommy pull back the covers, and just sleep. And hopefully never get up.
Mommy. I missed her so much.
Rachel and Finn tried talking to me, but I ignored them. I needed someone to help me, by just listening. That's all I wanted. Just to listen to what I had to say, and keep it to themselves till the day they died. I wanted for that person to not judge me, or give me advice. I just needed a genie, or a wish, to just take me somewhere that was much simpler than this.
But I must admit, the main reason I didn't wanna talk was because of the fear that I would start crying and suddenly, I would seem so vulnerable. Or worse. That absolutely nothing would come out.
"Beth. Please just say something, honey." Rachel pleaded.
"I don't know what to say." I said quietly. I looked down, wanting to avoid Rachel's warm brown eyes. They reminded me of the picture of my father. The one I'd never get to meet.
"Beth, I know you're upset." Finn said.
"You have no idea." I muttered.
"But you still get to meet your biological mother." he said.
I nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shining beacon of hope.
"STOP." I ordered.
The car screeched to a halt. I flung the door open, and started walking toward the phone. I felt fury raging like wildfire in my veins. I grabbed two quarters from my pocket, shoved them into the slot, and began pushing buttons to form a long number. The phone began to buzz.
"Hello?" I heard. The voice was full of worry, yet had such an amazing calming effect.
"Mommy?" I asked cautiously.
"Beth? Beth, where are you? Come home!"
"Mom, please calm down. I'm alright."
"Beth! Where are you? Who are you with?" she asked, panicking.
"Mom, stop! You know them, don't worry. I should be home very soon." I said.
"Beth, please. If you won't come home, at least tell me why you left." Shelby asked.
"Because. I came to find my biological parents. To show them what their daughter has become." I explained, my voice hard, and cold as stone. I could fear my throat tighten up a bit.
"And... how... how is it going?" she asked me. She sounded oddly supportive of her runaway daughter.
"Well, my dad's dead." I said, almost chuckling, rubbing my forehead.
"And Quinn?" she asked.
"You know her?" I asked shocked.
"Knew is a better word."
"Well, were going to meet her now."
"Beth, please come home..." she said. I could hear her voice starting to crack.
"Well, it's now or never. I mean, I'm not gonna live forever mom." I said.
"Beth, at least promise me you'll be safe."
"I promise." I said. "Bye mom."
"Beth," I quickly hung up the phone before I would feel even worse. I almost jogged back to the car, almost as if it were a safe haven.
"What happened?" Finn asked.
"I talked to my mom."
"Quinn?" he asked curiously.
"No, Shelby."
"Oh."
"What did Shelby say?" Rachel asked quickly.
"She did what any other runaway's parent would do. She begged me to come home." I muttered.
The car ride to Quinn's was unrealistically long.
"Ready to meet your... biological mom?" Rachel asked excitedly as I closed the car door behind me. I noted that she didn't know what Quinn was to me.
"Yeah!" I said.
I turned around waiting for Finn, almost bouncing out of my pink flats.
"Umm... Is Finn...? Coming anytime soon?" I asked Rachel, who was already moving toward the blue shabby looking apartments.
"Nope. Just gonna wait for us out here and... Make some business calls." she explained.
"Oh..." I said. I was no doubt a tad bit disappointed.
Elizabeth Corcoran just stop. Stop caring! I thought. But it was hard not to care. I already started to lo... lo... love them.
I had never liked the concept of love. Maybe it was because I had never understood it. But I couldn't help but love. I had never felt as loved as I had the past 24 hours.
"Common!" Rachel urged, nudging toward the door.
"Are you sure this is the right apartment?" I asked just as excited.
She grabbed a small slip of paper from her jean pocket, and her eyes quickly scanned over it. She looked at the door.
"21-D! Yup! This is it!" Rachel said, a huge smile spreading across her face.
I swallowed a deep breath of icy, winter-y air.
I quickly knocked on the door.
I watched as the lock jiggled, and the doorknob turned.
A beautiful woman with purple shadows gently brushed underneath her beautiful hazel eyes answered. I couldn't help but gasp, amazed at her beauty.
"Yes?" the woman asked.
"Quinn Fabra... Puckerman?" I asked, my voice extremely shaky. She shuddered at the Puckerman part a bit.
She nodded, a bit of hair gently falling from her perfect braid.
I took a few quick shallow breaths. The ground was almost falling from underneath me. I quickly looked her in the eyes, and forced the words from my mouth.
"Quinn... I'm your daughter."
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