Thea [EDITING]

||Chapter Forty-Five: The Conclusion Of Thea Part 1|| 

IMPORTANT: This was originally very long so I felt as though I had to divide it into two parts, the second part will be up before the end of the day - pretty soon actually - so watch out for it! This IS a double update :) x

Thea's POV:

Having a female figure in your life to look up to, was something every woman wished for. But, what majority of females yearned for the most though, was a mother. 

A mother who woke them up on time for school, who brushed and braided their hair, who played dress up with them on the weekends, who took them out for dress shopping when it came to the high school ball. 

But most of all; A mother who loved them, cared for them, and was there for them through anything, everything. A mother who above all else, put their children first, who would take a bullet for them.

My mother was proved to be the polar opposite.

"W-what?" I choked on a sob, voice weak, and throat scratchy from Carlos' hands last night, "What do you mean I'm here to pay off your debts?"

She was standing in front of me, beside Carlos, in a rich red, formal gown. It looked to be made from silk, flowing to the floor in elegance. It had a split down her right side, from mid thigh, down, and a square neckline. It was beautiful, but there were more important things to address in the room, other than the fact that my mother's attire was completely different from the last time we met.

"Well Ellathea," She spat my name in the air and paused to shoot me a sinister smile before continuing, "Carlos here was my first love, the minor details are irrelevant but, we were involved together in more ways than one; Heroin. When I met your father, I cut off all contact with Carlos. I wanted to have a normal life, instead of the drugged up life I was used to. Unfortunately, I was too in love with my past to fully give it up and I reconnected with Carlos once you were born."

I knew the look on my face would be one of surprise and disgust but I didn't have the effort to draw a blank canvas just yet. My mother wasn't finished her story, so I didn't speak. Even if I wanted to, the words were stuck between the horror and disbelief that was smothering me. 

"As soon as you arrived, I knew I couldn't love you. I suffered from Postpartum Depression and that led me back into heroin, which was why I called Carlos; he was my dealer. But I didn't have any money after a while, considering your father and I went on a break because of you." 

She directed a cold glare at me, "And I was staying in a cheap apartment, with no job. You were around four years old by then and I barely got to see you, your father thought I was an unfit mother. Not that I minded, you were always a burden to me anyway."

Wow, way to make me feel like crap, I thought to myself with sadness flowing freely through me, and she just carried on like she didn't care in the slightest.

"Carlos allowed me to borrow the heroin for that next year, ensuring I comprehended it wasn't free. I was supposed to pay him back but I couldn't, I kept losing any occupation I managed to get, I was a mess and the money I owed just kept piling up. That is when I-" She went to replay the past further but I interrupted in bitterness. Carlos didn't seem pleased by my interference in the story though, which was obvious by the threatening scowl he sent my way, stepping closer to my bound state.

"That's when you overdosed on heroin, had my dad lie and tell me that you were dead, while you ran away like the coward you are. But that doesn't explain why I'm here." I narrowed my blue eyes at the woman who gave birth to me, not believing what I heard coming out of her mouth. What kind of mother did that to their daughter?