Post by † Chee † on Apr 28, 2012 16:02:43 GMT -5
Cheeka sighs deeply, driving fast in her bright red Ferrari down the Los Angeles Highway. The street lights reflect dimly off her windshield and the headlights of other cars seem to flicker as she moves. It's 1 A.M. but she knew if she arrived in the day time, this highway would be a parking lot, and she probably wouldn't end up getting there until nighttime anyway. Her radio faintly plays some rock music, but she really doesn't pay attention to this. Her focus is simply on getting to her destination. She spots her exit after some time, and slows down quickly to get off. It wasn't long now. It's been a long time coming, but it wasn't but a few minutes away. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of her daughter's smiling face as her mother came home finally. She knew deep inside she was a terrible mother, but it wasn't from a lack of love by any means. She just didn't get to grow up like anybody else.
The house seemed to glow to her. That beautiful Beverly Hills hillside house that she bought for her mom when she finally hit it big. It put her in the hole for a few months but she cared that much. It also meant her little girl wouldn't grow up in some ghetto like she did, and Cheeka probably wouldn't be a grandmother in her 30's. She pulled up slowly, and a sense of fear overcame her. She didn't know why or anything, but she didn't care at this point. She had only one priority, and shut the car off, opened the door, stepped out, stretched, shut her door, and began what felt like a 10 mile walk to the front door. She straightens herself out and puts on her most authentic smile ever since the last time she was here, and rings the doorbell.
No answer. Well, it was after one in the morning. She grabbed her keys and found the one for this house, among her other collection of keys. The alarm code was her daughter's social, she remembered that, and as she opened the door, she was surprised to hear that the alarm hadn't been set. That wasn't like her mom at all. They lived in Watts most of their lives, her mom had an alarm system THERE, probably one of, if not the only one's in that entire section of the city. Cheeka closed the door and locked it behind her.
"Mama? ¿Dónde estás, mama?"
She heard some swift, nervous walking. This couldn't be good. Her hand went right inside her purse and pulled out her Beretta M9 pistol, and flicked off the safety. Her purse fell to the ground and she began her slow, methodical walk into the dark house, until she approached the family room. She stares blankly at her mom, who's on the couch, acting nervously.
"Mama? Everything okay? You didn't answer..."
"¡Dios mío, Katarina! It's dos menos veintitres en la mañana. Put the gun away!"
Cheeka lowers her gun to her side and smiles delicately at her mom. She walks over and gives her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Something seemed off, and her mom didn't return the embrace. Cheeka simply pulled away and sat down across from her, laying the pistol on the side table, but in an instant this was disturbed by walking from the side of her, and the gun came back up, pointing at a messily dressed man. Cheeka glares threateningly at him.
"Mama....who is THIS?"
"I'm h-"
"NO! I didn't ask you, maricon! I asked my mother. Mama, who is this?"
"Katarina, relax por favor. He is mi novio. Put the gun down, now, mija."
Cheeka boils with anger, and her hand quivers, her nerves begging her brain to give the order to squeeze the 5.5 pounds of force on the trigger and send this intruder out in a body bag. The only thing that stops her is the thought that her daughter is sleeping in the other room. She lowers the gun and sets it on the table, still facing her mother's boyfriend, but at least it wasn't in her hand anymore. Lisa, Cheeka's mother, by now has gotten up and stroller over to her boyfriend, and they have a short conversation. Cheeka's rage blocks out most of it, and then she forgets the rest as the two share a passionate kiss right in front of her.
Just do it. Kitten won't wake up, she sleeps like her mommy...
By the time she cooled off, he was gone, and Lisa sat back down across from Cheeka, curled up on the couch comfortably. Cheeka felt a little sick as she imagined what her mom and that...man...were up to before she entered the house. It stayed quiet for a long time, as such awkward situations usually do. It was Lisa who broke the silence.
"Rubia, huh? Why did you do that?"
"You don't like it?"
"Aye mija, I didn't say that. It looks good on you. Bonita. I just didn't expect it. I almost didn't recognize you when you came in."
Cheeka shakes her head slowly and glares at her mom, confused and angry.
"So you were about to fuck your boyfriend in the family room, while my daughter sleeps just a few feet away? Seriously?"
"Hey! Watch that mouth Katrina Mendoza. I don't care if you're a woman now, I'll still slap that filth out right down to Hell if you ever talk to me like that again."
Cheeka felt like she shrank to the size of an ant, but she knew this wasn't true. She made ants look like gods right now. That firm talk from her mom still sends the coldest chills down her spine. She squeaked out quietly, trying to get away from her little predicament.
"Can I go see Kitten, mama?"
"No. She's not here."
Cheeka smiles helplessly, feeling stupid for assuming her mom isn't that irresponsible, nor a hypocrite. She clearly remembers the time when her mom walked in on her and her fling at the time RIGHT in the middle of doing the deed. She wasn't able to sit down for a week after that. Even now she winced at the pain of those few days.
"She at her friend's house or something?"
"Sí. They had a little slumber party here last night, over there tonight."
"Will she be coming home tomorrow? I don't have work, I can stay here the night."
"No, you can't."
...
"...What?"
"You can't stay here the night, mija. Usted no es bienvenido aquí."
"Usted...? Mama..."
Her heart dropped like a ship's anchor. She wasn't welcome here? She never heard her mom say anything like that before. It caused such a pain that she never felt before. She fought back tears.
"Mama, what do you mean? I just-"
"You're unfit, Katarina Luz Calderon Martinez. You make me feel ashamed to think I raised you. I'm disowning you, mija."
The tears rolled freely now.
"Mama, por favor! No! I-"
"And I'm going to take custody of Kitten. She doesn't need someone like you in her life. You are una parásita. You will do nada but drag her life down, and I can't allow that, mija."
Cheeka felt her heart being ripped into pieces. She couldn't speak, argue, beg, think, anything. She just sat there, crying her eyes out as her mom sat across from her, not even giving her a glimpse of her eyes. Lisa on the other hand, didn't shed a tear. Cheeka finally was able to fire back, desperately, cornered, broken.
"You're living in my house! I bought this for you with money I earned, you never had anything like this, mama! How can you say those things?! How can you do this to me, mama! Por favor, please don't!"
"Katarina, you know I don't care about who has the biggest casa. I never cared about that. I never had Ferrari's and mansions and penthouses. All I had was my little place on Grape Street, with the most importante thing in my life, mi hija. You, Katarina, are not that daughter. You are not the girl I raised. Life is never easy but I'd expect at least that you be here for your hija, and instead you are out drinking and partying and sleeping with men and women that you have just met an hour before. I remember a woman who never let a day go by without contacting her angel, who paid endless amounts of money, not on the devil's drink, but on a private plane so that during your busy work schedule, you were still able to take your hija to school every day. This, this demon sitting across from me, is not my Katrina Mendoza. You're the sick spawn of your parents, who never raised you themselves. I won't let Kitten go through this cycle no more, Katarina Luz. Now, leave. Go, mija. Go back to your whiskey and sex. It is what you enjoy."
Cheeka stopped crying. Tears still flowed but there was no other emotion on her face. She was broken. She didn't even feel Lisa's iron grip on the back of her neck and arm as she was picked up to her feet and guided out to her car. Cheeka had the thousand yard stare, she just gazed into some emptiness that resembled her life now. She stayed the night, laying sloppily in her car, though she didn't sleep. The sunlight hit her face and caused some sort of response. She got up, started her car, and drove off slowly, lost.
The house seemed to glow to her. That beautiful Beverly Hills hillside house that she bought for her mom when she finally hit it big. It put her in the hole for a few months but she cared that much. It also meant her little girl wouldn't grow up in some ghetto like she did, and Cheeka probably wouldn't be a grandmother in her 30's. She pulled up slowly, and a sense of fear overcame her. She didn't know why or anything, but she didn't care at this point. She had only one priority, and shut the car off, opened the door, stepped out, stretched, shut her door, and began what felt like a 10 mile walk to the front door. She straightens herself out and puts on her most authentic smile ever since the last time she was here, and rings the doorbell.
No answer. Well, it was after one in the morning. She grabbed her keys and found the one for this house, among her other collection of keys. The alarm code was her daughter's social, she remembered that, and as she opened the door, she was surprised to hear that the alarm hadn't been set. That wasn't like her mom at all. They lived in Watts most of their lives, her mom had an alarm system THERE, probably one of, if not the only one's in that entire section of the city. Cheeka closed the door and locked it behind her.
"Mama? ¿Dónde estás, mama?"
She heard some swift, nervous walking. This couldn't be good. Her hand went right inside her purse and pulled out her Beretta M9 pistol, and flicked off the safety. Her purse fell to the ground and she began her slow, methodical walk into the dark house, until she approached the family room. She stares blankly at her mom, who's on the couch, acting nervously.
"Mama? Everything okay? You didn't answer..."
"¡Dios mío, Katarina! It's dos menos veintitres en la mañana. Put the gun away!"
Cheeka lowers her gun to her side and smiles delicately at her mom. She walks over and gives her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Something seemed off, and her mom didn't return the embrace. Cheeka simply pulled away and sat down across from her, laying the pistol on the side table, but in an instant this was disturbed by walking from the side of her, and the gun came back up, pointing at a messily dressed man. Cheeka glares threateningly at him.
"Mama....who is THIS?"
"I'm h-"
"NO! I didn't ask you, maricon! I asked my mother. Mama, who is this?"
"Katarina, relax por favor. He is mi novio. Put the gun down, now, mija."
Cheeka boils with anger, and her hand quivers, her nerves begging her brain to give the order to squeeze the 5.5 pounds of force on the trigger and send this intruder out in a body bag. The only thing that stops her is the thought that her daughter is sleeping in the other room. She lowers the gun and sets it on the table, still facing her mother's boyfriend, but at least it wasn't in her hand anymore. Lisa, Cheeka's mother, by now has gotten up and stroller over to her boyfriend, and they have a short conversation. Cheeka's rage blocks out most of it, and then she forgets the rest as the two share a passionate kiss right in front of her.
Just do it. Kitten won't wake up, she sleeps like her mommy...
By the time she cooled off, he was gone, and Lisa sat back down across from Cheeka, curled up on the couch comfortably. Cheeka felt a little sick as she imagined what her mom and that...man...were up to before she entered the house. It stayed quiet for a long time, as such awkward situations usually do. It was Lisa who broke the silence.
"Rubia, huh? Why did you do that?"
"You don't like it?"
"Aye mija, I didn't say that. It looks good on you. Bonita. I just didn't expect it. I almost didn't recognize you when you came in."
Cheeka shakes her head slowly and glares at her mom, confused and angry.
"So you were about to fuck your boyfriend in the family room, while my daughter sleeps just a few feet away? Seriously?"
"Hey! Watch that mouth Katrina Mendoza. I don't care if you're a woman now, I'll still slap that filth out right down to Hell if you ever talk to me like that again."
Cheeka felt like she shrank to the size of an ant, but she knew this wasn't true. She made ants look like gods right now. That firm talk from her mom still sends the coldest chills down her spine. She squeaked out quietly, trying to get away from her little predicament.
"Can I go see Kitten, mama?"
"No. She's not here."
Cheeka smiles helplessly, feeling stupid for assuming her mom isn't that irresponsible, nor a hypocrite. She clearly remembers the time when her mom walked in on her and her fling at the time RIGHT in the middle of doing the deed. She wasn't able to sit down for a week after that. Even now she winced at the pain of those few days.
"She at her friend's house or something?"
"Sí. They had a little slumber party here last night, over there tonight."
"Will she be coming home tomorrow? I don't have work, I can stay here the night."
"No, you can't."
...
"...What?"
"You can't stay here the night, mija. Usted no es bienvenido aquí."
"Usted...? Mama..."
Her heart dropped like a ship's anchor. She wasn't welcome here? She never heard her mom say anything like that before. It caused such a pain that she never felt before. She fought back tears.
"Mama, what do you mean? I just-"
"You're unfit, Katarina Luz Calderon Martinez. You make me feel ashamed to think I raised you. I'm disowning you, mija."
The tears rolled freely now.
"Mama, por favor! No! I-"
"And I'm going to take custody of Kitten. She doesn't need someone like you in her life. You are una parásita. You will do nada but drag her life down, and I can't allow that, mija."
Cheeka felt her heart being ripped into pieces. She couldn't speak, argue, beg, think, anything. She just sat there, crying her eyes out as her mom sat across from her, not even giving her a glimpse of her eyes. Lisa on the other hand, didn't shed a tear. Cheeka finally was able to fire back, desperately, cornered, broken.
"You're living in my house! I bought this for you with money I earned, you never had anything like this, mama! How can you say those things?! How can you do this to me, mama! Por favor, please don't!"
"Katarina, you know I don't care about who has the biggest casa. I never cared about that. I never had Ferrari's and mansions and penthouses. All I had was my little place on Grape Street, with the most importante thing in my life, mi hija. You, Katarina, are not that daughter. You are not the girl I raised. Life is never easy but I'd expect at least that you be here for your hija, and instead you are out drinking and partying and sleeping with men and women that you have just met an hour before. I remember a woman who never let a day go by without contacting her angel, who paid endless amounts of money, not on the devil's drink, but on a private plane so that during your busy work schedule, you were still able to take your hija to school every day. This, this demon sitting across from me, is not my Katrina Mendoza. You're the sick spawn of your parents, who never raised you themselves. I won't let Kitten go through this cycle no more, Katarina Luz. Now, leave. Go, mija. Go back to your whiskey and sex. It is what you enjoy."
Cheeka stopped crying. Tears still flowed but there was no other emotion on her face. She was broken. She didn't even feel Lisa's iron grip on the back of her neck and arm as she was picked up to her feet and guided out to her car. Cheeka had the thousand yard stare, she just gazed into some emptiness that resembled her life now. She stayed the night, laying sloppily in her car, though she didn't sleep. The sunlight hit her face and caused some sort of response. She got up, started her car, and drove off slowly, lost.
