“No, it isn’t. He can’t see her.” Creed takes off his seatbelt like he’s going to confront the woman.
What do I do?
What do I do? This is a family issue.
No matter how old he might act, Creed isn’t a man, and that woman can’t be trusted. I climb out of the car and chase after the boy. Thankfully, it’s not long…one of these days I should actually do some cardio.
Maybe after the baby is born.
“You need to go away,” Creed shouts even before he reaches her.
“Whoever you are, you need to butt out of my business. I’m here to see my husband.”
Wow, Creed’s mom sounds just as stupid as Darrel.
“Walk away. He doesn’t want to see you, and you know that.”
“Of course he wants to see me.” She fluffs her rat’s nest of hair, and I finally get close enough to see her eyes.
This woman is high as a kite.
The wind blows the scent of booze over to me.
High and drunk, what a lovely combination.
“My father hasn’t wanted to see you in almost sixteen years. Go away.”
If she was anything like this when Creed was a kid, I can see why he says it was bad.
Hidden under the decay caused by drinking and drugs are the remnants of a stunning woman. A woman models would be jealous of.
“Creed, is that you?” The woman stares at him. “Oh, my sweet baby. You’ve grown up.”
“Not that you cared,” Creed’s hard voice lacks any emotion.
“Of course I care. I love you. I came to see you. Your father wouldn’t let me near you.”
“Because you almost killed me once. He wasn’t going to give you a second chance.”
Oh my. I edge closer to the boy. Taking his hand in mine to offer him support that he probably doesn’t need, but I would if that were my mom.
He looks down at my hand, then at me.
“It was an accident.”
“You don’t accidentally leave an infant alone for days so you can go off and get high.”
“It wasn’t like that. They’re my medicine. I need them. You have to understand.” She steps closer and closer to Creed. “I was in pain.”
“No, you’re an addict. You were never hurt. You got addicted because you like getting high. Now get out before my father gets home. I don’t want him to see you here.”
“You don’t want me here. My own son doesn’t want to see me. Doesn’t want to get to know his mother.”
“No.”
Her attitude changes. “Give me money, and I’ll go. I need money.”
That thing…I can’t even think of her as a woman, which scares me. “Leave the boy alone. He doesn’t want you here.”
