Rikki Martinez #3

“Honey I’ll explain everything later. Let’s just get through the tour, and when we get home I’ll tell you everything,” says my mom. 

“Oh! That’s a good idea! Tell me everything? No, I think it’s pretty clear that you faked your own death so you could go run off to an alien planet in another universe!” I whisper-yelled at her.

“Hey, watch your sass with me mister! I may have not been their for the past ten years but I am still your mother! So get yourself together soldier!” I think back to when I was little and how she used to call me that. Why does she think she can still call me that? I haven’t seen her since I was six, she faked her own death, and I’m seventeen. 

“No, no you can’t call me soldier anymore,” I point to her as I say it. “I am basically an adult now, and you are now a what a fifty year old woman…”

“Shhhh, keep your voice down!”

“Don’t treat me like your son, because you are the one who decided not to be my mother anymore!” I walk to the front of the crowd leaving her speechless. And I have to admit that it felt good to yell at her.

“Quiet down, quiet down, everyone quiet down,” says the old man who was a sorry excuse for a leader. But surprisingly, everyone did quiet down. “When we call the letter that your last name begins with, you will be escorted around Rok and then taken to your new homes. A,” the old man started but my mother began to talk to me again.

“I know I messed up Rikki. I know, and you can take as much time as you need to forgive me. But the thing that you should be thinking about is that,” I look at her. “I’m still alive. And I’m here. So be mad at me all you want but I want you to know that I’m still here,” I want to forgive her so much, I want her to hug me and make everything better. I want her to come back to Earth with me so bad. But I know she can’t, I know that that will never happen again. I know that what ever she does right now could never excuse how she left my sister and me! She expects me just to forgive her like that? I can’t just say “I’m sorry” and think everything is going to be like it was before she died… or ‘died.

“I will take my time, thanks mom,” I turn my head forward to look at the Councilman. “And by the way Rose is dead.” My mom turned her head towards me.

“What did you just say?”

“I said Rose died and since you ran off, you didn’t even get to say goodbye,” I say it coldly, without looking her in the eye. She sniffs.

“You can go on the tour by yourself, ask the Councilman to bring you to my house when your done,” she pushes her way through the crowd and leaves me. Again.