• Nathon Power's Journal Entry #16
    March 24, 2010


    tab "Well, hello, 'mom'," Jenna snapped in the most smart-a** tone conceived to man. She looked back at me, eyes cold and harsh. "What the hell is she doing here?"
    tab "This is her house," I answered. "Is it ok for her to be here?"
    tab "No," was her instant reply.
    tab "Jenna," my mom interjected. Jenna looked up at mom, eyes full of resent and bitterness. "Why don't you and I come upstairs to have a discussion, just private conversation between us?" Jenna didn't budge.
    tab "Jenna..." My mom said this with a little more demand in her voice than last time, but it didn't change anything. They just stared at each other for a couple seconds, and then Jenna challenged in the most hissy way I had ever seen from her,
    tab "Discuss what? How you ran away on some pleasure cruise while your husband was left here to die?" My mom was taken by this, and took a step back.
    tab "Please, Jenna...Stop..." But my mom's pleas didn't stop her.
    tab "Or how you hated me without second glance?" she went on, closing in. "How you left us because daddy just wasn't bringing in enough dough for you? How you left us to suffer alone?" I, myself, was stunned by all this, and was left speechless. Mom, though, was left crying, for the second time that day. Her palms were pressed up against her tear stained eyes, her fingers digging into her forehead.
    tab "Jenna! Stop!"
    tab "Yeah, I figured it all out. I figured out what a useless, dirty, greedy, selfish, dispicable whore of a woman you really are!" My mom didn't say anything this time. She might've tried, but through all those tears, it was absolutely impossible to form a legitimate sentence.
    tab "Go ahead, cry," Jenna taunted. "But it won't change anything. It won't undo what you've done. You'll always be a miserable excuse for a--" My mom couldn't stand there any longer, and in one spontaneous burst, rushed out the door. I could hear the engine of her car sputtering as she drove off. Two weeks of not seeing her, and she drives off after just a couple hours. I looked at Jenna and scowled.
    tab "What the hell was that for?!"
    tab "What, you actually wanted her here?" she asked, almost as if she was surprised. "That filthy little..."
    tab "Hey! Jenna!" I cut in. "You realize that you're as much to blame as anyone else, if not more, right? If you hadn't come here, none of this would've happened!"
    tab "I believed we had a similar conversation to this before," she countered. "I woke up in the middle of the house, and I was invited to stay by your dad. I had no clue what would happen next. Your mom, on the other hand, did everything she did on purpose."
    tab "You woke up in the middle of the house?" She put her ands to her hips.
    tab "That's what I said, isn't it?"
    tab "No memory at all?" She shook her head. I was beginning to question myself how much I could trust her, because the more I thought about it, the more unbelievable it sounded. Loss of memory, waking up in a strange enviorment...It sounded like something from a cheap sci-fi film. Or, in this case, it sounded like a likely story, a convenient excuse not to say anything.
    tab "You don't know anything about...who you are?" This time, she stayed silent, and just stood there. A complete personality change. She knew something.
    tab "Are you going to tell me or what?"
    tab "No," was her simple, straight answer, something fresh from her. Then she proceeded to stomp upstairs.
    tab "You're no better than mom," I shouted up to her. "You got your dark secrets, your dark personality." I paused, and then added,
    tab "You useless, dirty, greedy, selfish, dispicable whore of a woman!" I could hear the door slam on me. And I realized something.
    tab That felt good. Talking to her like that...It felt good.