Page 80 of Wasted Oil

Holy shit I just wrote a whole ass song. I quickly shoot off a text letting the band know that I have a song and that we need to record it asap. I sound off another text to Alex thanking her than giving her a small snippet of the song.

A knock at the door startles me, looking at my clock. I see that it's only five in the evening. David has a key and he won't be off until eight, so who in the hell is at my door.

Making my way to the door I swing it open to reveal the culprit. My mother.

“Mama, what are you doing here? How did you find me?” Her eyes reach mine and I take a step back in horror. Both of her eyes have bags under them, looking black as if someone hit her. Automatic panic sets in. It’s not just her eyes that give it away but how she is dressed, leggings and an oversize hoodie with her hair in a messy bun. Mama never wears anything other than dresses and skirts. So this means. . .I’m not sure what it means, but by the ache in my chest and the turning in my gut it can’t be good.

"Melanie, there's something I need to tell you.”

We take our seats on the couch, cups of coffee in both of our hands she begins to shake. Something is scaring her and I know just what that something is.

"Mama, talk to me. What's going on? You’re scaring me?” Her chin begins to tremble.

"Mija what I'm about to tell you is something I’ve been holding onto for quite some time, and frankly, it can get me killed.” My eyes widened.

Just those words have me fearing the worst.

"Bueno.” And she did, she told me everything.

My father. He is the one sabotaging the farm. Rhett’s been right all along.

"There's more — He is the reason why Rhett's father died.” Im hit with a ton of bricks, my body going still realization hitting me.

He killed him because he wouldn’t sell and he thought that by doing so he would be able to buy from the broken widow.

Oh my god, Rhett!

My thoughts drift back to all the things he told me that day in the lake. He knew but didn’t have evidence.

"Melanie, I want you to know that I love you with every beat of my heart. I'm so sorry that I let your father do that to you. I should’ve ran but I was scared that he would come after me and actually hurt us for good. There is nothing in the world I regret more than letting him lay a hand on you both.”

My eyes snap to hers at the mention of my brother being a victim to our fathers hands. Tears are in her eyes. I can tell she’s broken. Her eye's are dead with nothing else to give in them.

"Mama, why are you saying this?” She grabs both my hands kissing each one like she did when she would take care of me.

"I don’t want any regrets baby, I already live every single day praying that god will forgive me after what I let you go through. I beg that you to forgive me. Whether it be now or later. Just please promise one day you will forgive me.”

At this point I’m already a sniffling, slobbering mess with tears pouring out.

"I f-forgive you mama.”

She embraces me in a hug, "I have to go. Te quiero mucho, tu eres mi luna y estrellas.”

I hug her back with vigor, something doesn’t seem right with this goodbye.

"Please don’t go mama, stay with me.”

She shakes her head walking to the door.

"Just remember I love you and your brother dearly.” She leaves and a sickening feeling hits my stomach.

We are playing in The Bluebird Cafe tonight for the first time ever. I’m not sure how Layla got us a spot here.

An hour after I sent off my song to her she got us a session in the studio and to our surprise the owners of The Bluebird stopped by per request of our amazing manager and they offered us a slot. This place is legendary to the point where I feel like my stomach is gonna fall out of my ass.

Tonight is the first time my original song Dandelion Fields is going to be heard in public, Live, and the song itself will be released all over the internet as well.

For the life of me though, tonight I can't concentrate. Ever since my mother left I've had this nauseating feeling in my stomach that just multiplied throughout the day. How does one process a bomb like that?

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