Chapter 8 #3
“There she is. The mother that I remember oh so well. How do you propose to do anything when you’re locked down like the animal that you still are?
I could get up and walk out of here and there would be nothing you can do about it.
” She told her that she wouldn’t leave until she told her that she could.
“We’ll see. You never answered me about pushing Dad down the stairs.
What would have happened had you killed him?
You would have gone back to prison for sure. ”
“I told you. I was trying to grab him. And who cares anyway? I’ve not seen him around so he must be getting along all right.
Where is he staying anyway?” She was told that he was in the hospital.
“For what? A few bumps and bruises? He didn’t fall down that many stairs that he has to have treatment for. ”
“You broke his leg. Not to mention a couple of badly bruised ribs from you kicking him while he was down.” She told Sammy that he was in her way.
“So you did just step over him, kicking him while he was down. Christ, mom. Is there any limit to what you’ll do to hurt someone?
Plus he has a concussion from hitting his head on the stairs when he fell. When you knocked him down the stairs.”
“Oh, who cares how he got hurt anyway? He’s more than likely going to expect me to take care of him when he’s released.
I’m not going to have it. I have things to do for myself.
” She told her what was going to be happening to dad when he was out of the hospital.
“In that one bedroom place he was telling me about? There wouldn’t have been any room for the two of us but he decided that that’s where we were going to be staying.
He’s stupid if you ask me. Too stupid to know that he’s being taken for a ride, I’m sure of it. ”
“He has a job too. Plus a place to live. Both requirements for your parole. You didn’t do anything and have been arrested on top of that.
What will that do for your staying out of prison again?
Nothing, I can tell you that right now. As soon as you broke your parole rules, they can send you right back to prison without a trial.
I hope that’s what happens to you.” She said she wanted a house and money.
“No. I’m not going to provide you with either one and not a job either.
I loved you being in prison and so does Justine.
We’re both happy about Dad; he seems to have gotten his shit together, unlike you, and is making something of himself. ”
“What kind of job does he have? Something beneath him no doubt. You should be thrilled to help us out now that we’re both out of prison—a place where the two of you had us going in the first place.
” She said again that she liked her being in prison.
“Well, I’m not going to go back because you have a burr up your ass about something.
And why does your dad get your help and I’m stuck being in jail? ”
“Because you tried to kill him. And I didn’t give him the job. He works for my husband.” She said she wasn’t married. “Oh but I am. Melbourne and I tied the knot just this morning at the courthouse so that we can put each other on our accounts.”
The two of them spoke for another hour without Belinda getting anything that she wanted done.
Not only was Sammy not going to be helping her out but she’d been told that Justine wasn’t going to be helping her either.
How could they not want to help them when they’d not be around without her giving birth to the two of them?
Kids nowadays expect things to be handed to them on a silver platter or something. It was the damned phones, she believed. They were the ruination of the world as far as she was concerned. No one could do anything without a phone shoved up in their faces.
After being taken back to her cell, she could tell that someone had tossed it.
They were forever doing that when she was in prison too.
And since she had been caught with goods that she shouldn’t have had, she’d been put in places that she didn’t want to think about again.
Solitary confinement wasn’t a place she enjoyed nor did she want to do that again.
While she didn’t mind her own solitude, she couldn’t stand herself for very long.
She got on her own nerves. Tomorrow she’d be out and that would be the end of the shit going on behind bars.
Getting up at an ungodly hour to get cleaned up for her court appearance, she was sitting in the back of a cruiser waiting to be taken over when something touched her mind.
Waving off the feeling, she was annoyed at first then she had a pause to wonder if it was Sammy’s husband again reading her mind.
“No, I’m his mother.” She asked what she wanted and was told to only think about what she wanted to say, and she’d get it. “That way, people won’t think that you’re crazier than you are right now.”
“I’m not crazy at all. I’m not the smartest tool in the box but I can hold my own when I have to.
” The laughter that rang in her head had her looking around to see if anyone else could hear it.
It sounded like bells ringing. Like the kind that had water flowing over them to make them sound.
It was a sound that she thought that she could get used to.
“Who are you and what do you want? I have to keep practicing for my trial today.”
“You’re going to fail. Because you want to know why?
” She said that she wasn’t, and there was no way that she’d be able to.
“Yes, you will because as of the second that someone asks you a question, you’re not going to be able to lie.
You’re going to tell the truth no matter how much it pains you to do so. ”
“I don’t lie.” The laughter again, and she found herself smiling at the sound. “We’ll see about how I can lie myself out of any situation. I’ve had plenty of practice.”
“No doubt you have had plenty of practice. I would imagine that you’ve done it all your life.
Well no more. You’ll tell the truth starting with the next question asked of you.
And not only will you only tell the truth, but you’ll do it with a smile on your face.
” Then the laughter again that this time felt like a curse.
“You’ll enjoy it too, my dear pain in the ass.
Hopefully this will get you all that you deserve when it comes to jail time. ”
“You can’t do that to me. Everyone lies, I’m just better at it.
” Nothing. Not even a little bit of laughter that she was so fond of hearing.
There was no way that she was going to be able to get by without lying, especially in a courtroom where she was going to be asked a lot of questions.
She’d just have to figure out a way to make it so that she could lie without harming herself. She knew she could do it, too.
“Are you ready to go?” She had to bite her lip in saying anything back to the officer who was taking her to the courthouse. It would figure that the very next question that she was asked was one about whether she was ready or not to face her crimes.
She was going to make it work if it was the last thing that she ever did.
And she had a feeling that it was going to be the last thing that she did before heading back to prison.
If she had to go, she was going to make sure that Allen went with her.
He no more deserved to be free than she did to be in prison.
The dirty bastard had told her that she was going to get her comeuppance once they were out.
When all he wanted to do was to find himself a good job and a place to sleep at night, she’d wanted everything given to her so that she’d not have to fuss with anyone or anything again.
Damn, but things never seemed to work out for her.