Judas kiss novel Chapter 78

When it seemed all had been said. Della entered the room. Lyle seemed to be ready to go, it wasn't fun speaking to a mute person. More exhausting when having to wait for them to write down all they wanted to say.

"Here's $20 go buy something for yourself in the canteen then you can come and say bye to your mom. If you want to seat in the car, you can come fetch the keys.." Della instructed Lyle like she would to Leo. Marcela was fuming.

"I don't wanna come back. I will just pass by the canteen then go eat in the car.." Lyle said seeming unbuffered by his mothers present. Della the handed Lyle the car keys.

"You remember where we parked right?" She questioned, out of concern because this was hospital and it could get confusing.

"I do... Uhm bye mom." Lyle said to Marcela who sadly nodded.

"Aren't you going to hug her Lyle?" Della pushed.

"Uh I'd rather not.. you know how the line gets in the canteen.." He immediately sped off.

"WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO STEAL MY SON AWAY FROM ME!!" Marcela immediately shouted at Della, she then continued to throw the box of Belgian chocolate against the wall. So much anger was radiating from her.

Della wasn't surprised.

"Oh so you can talk?"

Marcela immediately realized what she had done and clasped her mouth with her right hand. She grabbed the notepad to write something but Della was sick and tired so she grabbed the notepad and pen throwing it anywhere it landed in the room. Marcela bit on her cheeks. She didn't plans on saying anything more but had gotten the best of her.

"You think you're better than me but you're just like me. You're a slut Della.." Marcela spat fuming she crossed her arms. "You're such a slut!"

"It's not like you taught me to be act any differently." Della spat back.

"You really went and got pregnant so he could marry you right? I know that little trick. We have all used to. It's the oldest trick in the book."

Della laughed hysterically.. the nerve of this woman.

First she starts talking when she claimed she couldn't talk..

"What is wrong with you Marcela?" Della continued to laugh. She genuinely wanted to know what was wrong with Marcela. She had to be suffering from a mental illness of some sort.

"I'm your mother and don't you ever disrespect me like that. If it wasn't me for you wouldn't have been born—"

"I know the six stitches story, save it. You have been singing that to me for a lifetime now. I'm actually not hurt by anything you say if that's the aim. I don't expect anything from you. All I just wanted was for you to be decent enough to apologize."

Marcela turned to look away..

There was silence.

"I'm sorry.." she said under her breath.

"What?" Della asked in disbelief, it had actually turned out that easy? Marcela apologizing? What?!

"I'm sorry.. okay?! I'm so—r-r-y.." Marcela began crying. Her lips quivered as she cried, her eyes blurred with moist.

"I'm so sorry Della. I'm so s—orry.." she repeated. Out of instinct, Della went to comfort her as she cried. Marcela leaned onto her daughter and gave a good cry for a good fourteen minutes if not more. She then pulled away, eyes red and puffy. Her bottom lip somber from being constantly bitten.

"You have no idea how long I have waited to hear that. It means so much to me." Della said softly. A tear slipped from her left eye and before she knew it her right eye then her left eye then—

"I know I can't change the past or the pain I have cost you. I don't want to be your enemy anymore. I want to be your mother.."

"It may take a while for me to forgive you, I'm not just going to forget.."

"I know and again I'm sorry. I'm sorry it took so much for me to finally see that I'm a hazard to myself and everyone around me. I'm sorry.."

"I'm not going to say it's okay because it's not and you have cost me so much pain throughout my whole lifetime."

Marcela nodded.

"I'm just begging you.. please be better! Please prove Lyle wrong! He has lost all his hope in you. Don't be a compulsive liar. To anyone especially the doctors how do you expect them to treat you to get better when you practically lie to them."

She nodded again.

"I don't trust you just yet, I can't find it in me. You always change like a chameleon."