Hello my lovlies, I hope this charter posts by Xmas. A reader write a cute comment that said that's all they wanted for Xmas was Sean and Layla together. Lol. Aww! So cute. So what did I do? I rolled up my sleeves and got work and churned this chapter out. That's just how much I love you guys. ;) Ok ok don't hate me for this chapter, just trust that there's a method to my madness. You've been warned. Let me know what you think! I can take it... I hope. *******
"Hello?"
"Yes... who's this?" The line went silent for a couple of seconds.
After hearing no response, a surprised warm raspy voice asked, "Layla honey, is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"What's wrong baby? Are you alright?"
Layla cleared her throat as her eyes stung. She had been debating for hours if she should call or not. She gripped the phone tightly as her emotions threatened to take over. She could barely breathe.
"Everything is fine. I just... I just wanted to hear your voice." She chocked out.
Carla tore the receiver from her ear and stared at it for a second. Was this really her daughter talking?
To say they didn't have the best of relationships was putting it lightly. Ever since her husband died, Layla somehow took on the role of parent while Carla wallowed in her misery with only the bottle as her companion.
The bottle quickly turned into drugs. Layla tried and tried for years to get her mother into recovery programs, but it was no use. Carla had set a clear path to self-destruction and she was angry. She was angry at anyone who tried to set her off course. And yet her young daughter in her naΓ―vetΓ© tried. Through it all she had an unwavering conviction that her mother could and would recuperate.
Little Layla tried with all her might to bring her back from the brink of death. Unfortunately the more Layla tried... the more of Carla's wrath she felt. Layla was the one person with the power to help her change.
Every time Carla looked into Layla's eyes, she saw her loving husband's same eyes looking back at her... judging her. And Carla resented her for it.
She couldn't even be the kind of mother her child needed.
Time passed. And one fateful night when Carla had enough of carrying so much pain for so long... she tried to end it.
Days later while recovering in a hospital and while the massive amount of pills she'd taken drained from her body, she found herself alone. Completely alone and yet full of a different kind of pain. Regret.
Regret was the one thing that had a habit of sticking to a person, regardless of time and acts of repentance.
However Carla forged ahead and vowed to get better and finally live. Not just exist, but actually live... for the sake of her daughter, in honor of her husband and for herself.
Years passed. It was a struggle and by the time Carla got back on her feet and claimed sobriety; it was too late.
Layla had become cold and distance. She made sure the wall she'd built around herself was impenetrable. Her little girl was now a fierce and independent business woman who didn't need her for anything. Carla tried for years to get close to her, inviting her to her AA meetings to hear her speak or to at least share a meal with her, but she was always too busy. And although Layla was diligent in making sure her mother's needs were met, she never allowed herself to be the same around her.
Carla couldn't blame her. A kid has to protect themselves after being hurt so many times. She knew in her drunken stupor there was so much she didn't even remember doing. But she wanted to; she didn't want to hide her sins. She wanted to take steps in making things right.
And now, as Layla's voice slightly trembled on the other end of the line, Carla couldn't help but rejoice. Not in her daughter's distress but the fact that after all this time she was finally coming to her for comfort. The fortress Layla had taken so long to build around her... was finally coming down. Carla wondered what could've happen on this trip to bring about this change.
"Well you can hear my voice anytime baby... anytime. You wanna talk about what's bothering you?"
Layla let out a bitter laugh. "Not really."
"Ok well, we don't have to. Things are ok here. It's been raining a lot so I've been putting the plants out to enjoy the rainwater. Your Mr. Elvis over here is missing you."
Layla let out a soft smile.
"I swear this cat thinks he's a person. He stares at me all day and gives me the side-eye. As if I have something to do with the fact that you're not here..." Carla cackled. "He misses you baby. We miss you."
Layla bit the corner of her lip as her eyes glazed over. She closed her eyes and two small tears carelessly spilled on her cinnamon colored cheeks.
She didn't exactly know why she was struck with a sudden case of nostalgia. It had never happened before. Actually she
did
know why. This thing with Merle or rather Sean, really cut her deep. She felt lost. There was a deeply buried absolute truth and it was one she vowed never to admit. You could never replace your mom and she really
couldn't
do this alone.
"Umm... well the wedding is today but maybe I can leave a little early. I'm going to see if it's ok, but I'll book the next flight out."
A wide smile parted on Carla's face as her tears flowed freely. She finally let out a shaky breath and touched her racing heart as if she couldn't contain her excitement. "Oh honey. That's wonderful. We'll be here waiting for you when you get back, ok?"
"Ok mom... I'll see you soon." Layla sniffled and wipe the tears away.
Carla's smile continued to widen as she couldn't remember the last time she called her mom. She was sure her cheeks would hurt after this. She always had faith her baby would come back to her and it was actually happening. She looked to up to the sky and silently thanked God she lived to hear it.
"I love you baby."
Layla nodded as if she could see her over the phone. "Me too. I'll call you when I land."
There was so much they needed to talk about and Layla finally felt she was ready.
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Two soft knocks echoed out on the wooden door. After a couple of minutes, a grumpy Nicole trudged to the door as she grumbled under her breath. Being a light sleeper meant she was up by the first knock. It was way too early for anyone to be awake, let alone be knocking on her freaking door. It better not be who she thought it was; if it was, she would murder him with her bare hands.
She swung the door open and was surprised to see Jason on the other side. Her expression quickly changed to one of worry.
Jason put up his hands. "She's fine... Everyone is fine. But your presence has been requested."