Samara- Chapter Six
My body jolted up as I gasped to suck in air. My eyes were open, but it was dark. So dark that if I held out my hand, I still couldn’t see. Panic set in because I didn’t know where I was or how long I had been out. What I did know was that my mother was behind whatever this was.
“Breathe, Samara. Just breathe. Chevy and Dio will find you,” I mumbled to myself.
The sound of wood screeching emerged, and I started to shout. “Get me the fuck out of here!” I screamed. “Stranger fucking danger!”
Footsteps seemed to be coming closer, but then suddenly stopped. The remaining sunset light entered the space, revealing my mother standing nearby, holding a small tray.
“Yelling won't make anyone happy enough to let you out of here,” she told me as she crouched in front of me.
“You’re a psycho. Let me out of here now!”
“I guess you should love me as much then. Isn’t that boy the same way?”
I heckled. “And is. And when he gets here, he’s going to tear all this shit up. I knew I couldn’t trust you.”
“But you did. Samara Simmino. I’m still your mother. Show me some fucking respect!” she snapped.
I couldn’t believe her. How did she believe I would show her respect after what she had done? I stared into her eyes, but they were empty, just like all the promises she had made to be an actual mother.
When she leaned in closer, I smiled, opened my mouth, and spat right in her face. “Respect that!”
That was when she drew her hand back and hit me.
Slap!
My eyes widened, and before I could utter a word, she stood, leaving the small ration of food and water and placing me back in the dark.
As the sound of the wood screeching filled the space again, I could hear her talking. “Those Calloways will not find you, so you better realize I am your only savior. You are my child. Remember that.”
Everything that led up to this moment replayed in my head.
I felt so stupid for even thinking my mother had a care in the world for me when she never cared at all.
This was the vulnerable part of me that fed into her bullshit, all because that tiny piece of me had hope that somewhere in her heart, there was love for the little girl who still wanted her mother’s love.
I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to scream. All I wanted was to be with my chosen family, who truly gave a fuck about a little black girl lost.