Judas kiss

Chapter 78 - I was scared and ashamed.

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. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"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."

"I'm tired of fighting you Della, I don't want anymore of this."

"You need to thank Garreth. He has been paying for your expensive hospital bills, he still believed in

you even when they doctors had suggested he switched off the machines. Your husband has done

absolutely nothing for you neither Lyle."

Speaking of the devil.

"Am I interrupting something..?" Garreth entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"Not at all, Marcela just has some thing to say to you.." Della said softly. Garreth took in the mess and

realized there had been a feud just not so long ago. Marcela fiddled with her fingers..

"Let me grab your note—" he was immediately interrupted by Della.

"Oh no need for that.. right Marcela?" Della pushed.

"Y-e-s." She said with her down.

"Uh what?!" Garreth seemed happy. "I thought you started speech therapy tomorrow? This is great

news Marcy. You just need to keep pushing and soon you will be able to walk!"

Marcela felt like the villain in a movie theme, finally getting exposed.

"I can talk, I just didn't want to!" Marcela said firmly looking down at her white sheets again. Garreth's

smile was immediately wiped off his face. "I'm sorry!"

"You will never change!" Garreth spat venomously.

"I'm sorry, I was embarrassed. I didn't know how I would face you.."

"That's not a good enough excuse."

"I'm sorry Garreth but you caused all this. You told me you would kill me or hurt Lyle that's why I was

afraid and I thought death would be easier."

"Did you say that?" Della turned to her father, who only sidled in his stance.

"I did but it was only to ruffle her feathers."

"Liar!" Marcela acclaimed.

"Very rich from someone who couldn't talk not so long ago. Shut up, you little bickering ungrateful

tramp. I'm going to tell you something and you're going to listen to me carefully.."

Marcela immediately shivered from fear.

"I love you and I have always loved you. Loved you enough to take into consideration that the whole

male population has fucked you and you live on pills.." Garreth immediately chuckled. "I know all you

baggage and it doesn't look pretty. We all know why Gerald is viciously mad right? You gave it to him

too didn't you? What's worse your son has it too? You would think with all this technology you would

prevent this disease from affecting your pregnancy but you didn't. You were in denial right well..

Marcela.." Garreth hissed. "When the doctor brought in your results he mentioned that it would be

different treating someone with Aids. That you wouldn't be able to pull through."

"Lyle doesn't have it, you moron! I would never do that to my son. What do you take me for.." Marcela

yelled.

"The point is you're a lying manipulative bitch and I still love you. I'm still here Marcela. Routing for you

to get better, I'm still here.."

Della was speechless, she even had to take her seat in the far corner with rubbing her temple.

"Was it Marko who gave it to you?" Della questioned. Remembering Marcela's druggie boyfriend who

made her relapse and would sometimes beat her to a pulp.

Tears flooded Marcela's eyes as she nodded.

"Why didn't you tell Gerald?"

"I was scared and ashamed.."

"Are you sure Lyle doesn't have it?"

"He doesn't I swear. I was part of the PMTCT program. The—" she tried to remember the full meaning.

"The Prevention of the Mother to Child transmission. Taking antiretrovirals during the pregnancy.."

"When did you find out?" Della questioned.

"When Marko passed away.."

"I'm sorry.." Della said carefully. "I think you two need to talk. Lyle is still waiting for me and I better get

going. I will be back tomorrow."

"Thank you for taking care of my boy and all the times you took care of me." She cried.

"It's okay." Della replied.