Judas kiss

Chapter 73 - Enjoy your comfy bed.

"Alright, I'm heading out now.." Della alerted grabbing her car keys from the bowels in the middle of the

kitchen island.

They ignored her.

"Leo? Lyle? I said I'm heading out!" She repeated.

"Okay mom." Leo said seeming unbothered focusing on their game. Della felt they were becoming

addicts. Right after writing their homework's they would be on it. When she stayed with Leo, just the

two of them. He wasn't a problem because he played alone until he was bored and tired of it but now

he had Lyle who had introduced him to even much exhilarating games. Also he had someone to play

with.

"Lyle don't you want to come see your mom, I'm headed to the hospital?"

"Uhm.. no." He shrugged.

"Why not? You haven't seen her in so long.. you must miss her."

"Uhm... not really.."

Della was a tad bit hurt, she didn't stay with Marcela but she did kind of miss her a tad bit. Alright fine

she sometimes forgot about her but that's only because she never played a big factor in her life. Either

way, she was always at the back of her head.

"You don't miss your mom?" Leo questioned in the most adorable voice. Della's heart softened at the

sight of him in his spongebob pajamas, he was the splitting image of his dad. Especially since the boys

had went to get a hair cut with Andre. Leo decided to have a whiff like his dad.. so did Lyle. Della

thought it was ridiculous but still cute.

"All she did was shout at me and leave me alone with noodles." Lyle replied.

"I would really miss my mom!" Leo declared, he seemed to be a deep thought. Della felt overwhelmed,

she loved her little boy so much. She had grown to love Lyle as a brother as well.

"Of course you would, that's because your mom is nice. She is the greatest baker and cook. She

makes your lunch boxes. She cooks breakfast, lunch and dinner for you. All my mom ever did was give

me dry two minute noodles while she dressed up to go out every other day." Lyle ranted. "I think that's

why Gerald beats her at times, she had a boyfriend." All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"Did you tell your dad that Gerald beat her?" Leo gasped innocently. They decided to ignore him.?

"But she is still your mom and she loves you." Della replied.

"Not really.. I doubt it." Lyle said giving Della a shrug. "All she really cares about are her collection of fur

coats and cobra skin handbags or purses whatever they're called." He paused. "Without her makeup..

she looks like someone I have never met before. I don't remember ever seeing her eyelashes that

short.. it's weird seeing her like that. She looks so cold and white like a vampire, I guess that's because

no one is giving her, her tan lotion or maybe she needs a little bit of the sun."

There was silence.

"A snake handbag?" Leo scrunched his nose with disgust. Was it bad that even at the worst moments,

Della just adored the gestures her son made. He was so innocent.

"A bag made of out snake skin."

"Ewww!" Leo added.

"Anyways you should still come with?" Della replied.

"She is gonna die, isn't she?" Lyle said putting his console down, giving Della his full attention. His eyes

were filled with worry and sadness.

Della didn't say anything.

"My friends at school said I'm dumb because I thought she would come back from a coma the next day

or week. They said people in comas are half dead as soon as they remove the machines, she will be

gone!"

"It's true.." Della paused. "But your mom won't die!"

There was no reason for Della to lie to her half brother, in all honesty. It would make things easier if

their mom really did pass away.

"I don't want her die but at the same time I don't want to go back to living with her and my dad. I want to

stay with you guys. In your big house, with loving parents and a chauffeur taking me to school."

"When your mom wakes up, I think she would want you to stay with her instead."

"That will be horrible." He sighed. "I won't have Andre to hang out with.. only Gerald the drunk who

constantly beats my mom. And watch his stupid golf tournaments as he forces me. Forcing me to

participate in a sport I don't even likes t school just so he can tell his friends 'My son joined the football

team.'

"That's really sad.. you need to pray Lyle." Leo said innocently. "My mom told me to always pray when I

feel helpless. I didn't have a dad and everyone use to laugh at me but I prayed every night then now I

have a dad."

Della didn't know about that.

"Argh.. I think God hardly ever answers my prayers or even cares." Lyle rolled his eyes.

"You need to think with an open mind Lyle. God is always listening." She gave him a quick smile.

"Do you pray on your knees?" Leondre questioned.

"No."

"You need to pray on your knees. I always pray on my knees that's why God, answers my prayers."

Lyle seemed to be annoyed with Leo at this point. His teenage moody hormones must have been

kicking in. Della noticed the grunt Lyle gave when Leo gave him a quirky smile with his third tooth

missing.

"Okay, Leo." Lyle scoffed.

"Whenever you want to come with or visit her let me know okay?"

"Okay!"

-

Nothing had changed.

Della sat next to Marcela's bed. This was a private room, fully equipped no sharing with any other

patients. Garreth only wanted the best for whom he thought was the love of his life. The only sound

going off was the beep on the machines. She could see the machine underlining everytime her

heartbeat. The doctor had told them that the patient's eyes may be open at times and there may be

some yawning, grunting or other vocalizations so they shouldn't be excited like this was some indie

movie. In both cases the patient is alive but the brain just isn't functioning fully.

Marcela had overdosed on pills (drugs) that depressed her nervous system. She did it on purpose

whatever reasons that she had, Della thought they were probably idiotic. Thinking about her condition

was depressing.

"If you're not waking up because you think I'm mad at you then rest assured. I'm not mad at you,

Marcela." Della spat, her anger was at bay but threatened to review itself.

"We're here once again. Isn't this great! Our Mother-daughter bonding sessions, just like the good

ol'days when you overdosed on heroin." Della let out a cynical laugh. "Those were some really great

times Marcela. Our great moments are always in the hospital. You on the bed supported by machines

and me on the side crying.. well this time I'm not." She said sarcastically.?

Della was angry!

"This time, I'm not because I'm pregnant." She laughed, if a person was to walk in they would label her

crazy. "I know what your response would be.. so don't worry. You would probably say..?You're a stupid

girl, I had to have nine stitches for you to be born and be this pathetic. Bastard!"

Della shook her head.

"You had a book of insults Marcela but that one always seemed to cut deep. I think your biggest

concern is that I'm back with Andre and you can't stand him. I think you could never stand him from the

beginning because.." she paused. "Andre was always honest with me. When all you did was lie and

manipulate me. When Andre came into my life, he made me less naive to your manipulating ways and I

suppose that made you really angry and you hated him."

"Andre showed me that you were a compulsive liar because I constantly thought?'No, she has

changed.'?You were horrible, you even willingly wanted to ship me off to human traffickers just so you

could have a tiny little fix of heroin. That's when I really saw your true colors.."

"I loved you, I always loved you even though you never allowed me to call you mother. I always thought

you would change and that you made a mistake, you will change. You never changed—"?

"You wanted to kill yourself so that what? Who is supposed to tie care of your son. You're very selfish. If

you don't wake up Marcela.. I'm not going to sugarcoat shit for you. Your son thinks you're useless

mother who could only feed him noodles and only cares about fur coats. If you die, he will live with that

image of you forever!"

"You know what I think of you? A lot of things but they don't really matter because you have never

cared about me so just do that boy a favor, wake up and be a better mother. Not to me but to him. I

don't need you anymore. As much as it pains me to say.. I don't need you. I never needed you, you

actually needed me!"

"I'm happy, I became a better mother than you could ever be to my son. To the child, I'm caring.. I will

be even much better because I have experience with Leo who I adore very much. I could never hate

him for his father's mistakes."

"You're a petty person.." She said softly.

"Hell is probably waiting for you Marcela. If I were you, I would wake up and repent. Great choice in

choosing a husband by the way."

She laughed "You really have a way of choosing the crazy ones."

"I love Garreth, he is a good man. I honestly don't know why he loves you of all people. If I were

Garreth, I wouldn't waste my time with you. I have witnessed your wrath and I know how ratchet you're.

I would ship you off to a public hospital or better yet just switch off the machines.."

"I mean you did want to die right so you probably should have. This is probably your punishment, you

didn't die. You couldn't run away from your problems like you always do. Remember how you use to

borrow money then tell people that your sister who is supposedly me 'would pay it back!"

"Everyday when I went to work, it was to pay off your debts then you would show up a few months later

with some sleazy boyfriend who finished all our food and attempted to rape me at night. Then

whenever I would tell you.. you would say I was lying and I 'seduced your man'. Still I didn't care, I

would be so happy to see you because I cared more about you and your health than what you did to

me."

"For every single thing you have ever done, the pain that you caused me.. you never apologized. How

do you live with yourself Marcela? I'm glad I will never call you my mother because you don't deserve it.

You're not my mother, you were never my mother and you will never be my mother. Marcela, is what I

will forever call you as per your request."

"Leo will never call you his grandmother either. Hell, I'm sure you would really love that. By the way,

your son thinks you look like a vampire without your make up and extensions and all your other artificial

things."

"See.. Marcela. If we were a normal mother and daughter, I would probably give a hearty speech but

we aren't. I figured you're probably going to die so why not dish out how I really feel about you before

you decay in a wooden box."

"No one is to blame for this, you did this to yourself. If you can hear me well then great, if you can't well

that's a shame. I will remind you when you wake up. If you die then oh well, this was a good therapy

session for me."

"I actually feel sorry for you.."

"Your life was pretty pathetic, this is what I'm probably going to say at your funeral and I know how

much you value other people's opinions. I will just dish it all out. How you were a prostitute, how you

abandoned your daughter, how you sold your mother's precious jewel for some hipster pants to wear to

a college party. Basically just tell them how pathetic you were—"

"But I suppose your sex teachings did come in handy. That's the only thing you were good at. I'd like to

think, I really satisfy my man.." she laughed to herself. "I mean Andre. That's the only thing you ever

taught me. That's the only thing you were good at."

"Well..."

"This was a nice little chat. I have a family to get back to. Someone that actually loves me and a son

who thinks I'm a remarkable mother. Thanks for giving me a brother, I always wanted a brother. I'm

glad we both didn't inherit your very low IQ, that would have been tragic. Lyle is very smart, I guess his

father is smart too. That's how he makes his money. Garreth is smart too. You pick smart but crazy

men. There's a very thin line between intelligent and losing it."

"Enjoy your comfy bed.." Della stood up. "I know you always loved luxury. This looks like a royal suite

but hospital wise. Atleast you get to die in a presentable place. I always feared you would die in some

dark alley or some ruined motel—"

The machine immediately started hyperventilating, beeping faster. Della panicked because she had not

touched anything. Marcela's heartbeat beating twice as fast. Della was too shocked to move, she felt

bad. Had she done something wrong? She still wouldn't take back her words. A nurse immediately

came in after hearing the noise. The other nurse called for the doctor and Della was still stagnant in her

spot.

Shocked!

They escorted her out saying something was happening to the patient. It was good because she had

not had any movement in so long, it was also bad because she could probably be reacting to being

brain dead then eventually dying.

The only thing Della could do was call Andre and Garreth.?