Chapter 1
My name is Amelia Hunt. I am short woman at only 5′3" with short brown hair and green eyes. I’m not someone most people would look at twice, unless it was to comment on my size. I’m a fatty, but I’ve learned to except my size, mostly. Hey every girl has her insecure moments.
Three days ago my mom died and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about it. I mean we where never close, my ex con sperm donor being just one of our problems. Mom always put everyone before me. Even as a little kid someone else was always more important. Be it my siblings, my dad or even her latest fling. I was the back burner kid. You know like when you’re cooking and you put something on the back burner because you think it won’t need as much attention as whatever you have in the front. That was me, the forgotten thing in the back ground. And now she’s dead.
I have so much I never got to say to her, so much built up anger and regrets. I don’t know how I made it through her funeral. The sad thing is I had plenty of time to tell her. We knew she was dying of COPD for a long time, but it never felt like the right time. I didn’t want to upset her when she was so sick, and now I don’t know how to cope with all the things left unsaid.
So I’m just by myself cleaning and packing up her house. All alone because none of my older siblings bothered to come and help me. Damn my mom’s house is messed up. She has so much stuff and most of its junk! Not to mention how nasty it is. How could she live like this? I’m no germaphob, I can be a slob myself sometimes, but this place has me gagging.
“What the fuck, mom?” I say as I open the bathroom door.
“No. Just no. I’m not... I can’t even. Why?”
I can’t even wrap my head around how gross it is. I can’t even form a single sentence that could describe how horrific it is. I decided to just close the door and skip that room. I willgo to the store if I need to pee while I’m here. The landlord can deal with that shit. I’M OUT! I spend the rest of the day cleaning and packing up anything that I think me or my siblings might want and trash the rest. I don’t stop till around one in the morning. Then I drag my tired ass home still wondering what to do now.
I’m woken up by the sound of someone beating on my front door. I look at my phone and see that it is eight in the morning. Why God why? All I want to do is sleep until my shift at the nursing home starts. I’m a night owl so I always take the night shift. I don’t get up till four or five most days. The person on the other side of that door better have a damn good reason to be waking me up this early.
I answer the door to find a very official looking older man in a brown suit holding a stack of large letters. Oh shit I’m I about to be served or something.
“Miss Amelia Hunt?” The man asks.
I have always been told that they can’t serve you unless they confirm that its you so my reply is.
“Who wants to know?” The man seems a little taken aback at my rudeness and I start to feel a little bad.
“My name is Markus Anderson. I’m with the law firm on Anderson, Cooper, and Young. In here in regards to Miss Clair Hunt’s final wishes.”
“My mom was way too broke to pay for what looks like a lot of paperwork.” I say looking at the stack in his hsnds.
“You must have the wrong person.” I tell him.
“That depends. Are you not Amelia Hunt born on April the 17th 2005 to Clair Hunt?” He asks.
“Yeah that’s me.” I tell him.
I wonder where mom got the money to hire this guy. All my life we never had extra money, unless you count income tax money, but that never lasted long.
“May I come in?” He asks.
“Oh sure!” I say moving out of his way. He looks around for a moment before taking a seat at the dinning room table.
“Okay miss Hunt.” He says spreading out the papers on the table. “Your mother came to my office about twenty years ago to have me draw up her finale wishes as she had things she wished to leave you.”
" Just me or do I need to call my brothers and sister too?”
“No, no just you, my dear. It seems as though your mother had something she wanted to tell you after she was gone. Here I have a letter for you to read first and then we can go over the paperwork.” He tells me I take the letter wondering what this is all about.
Dear Amelia,
So I’m dead. Wow you don’t know how crazy it feels to write that. I have a baby you sleeping in your car seat next to me as I write this. Amelia I’m so sorry, but I have lied to you your whole life. I know that I told you Quinten is yours and Nita’s father, but he’s not. Well he is Nita’s, but not yours. I met your dad at a party as the Sons of Oden club house after one of mine and Quinten’s biggest fights. He was so handsome, tall, green eyed, bad boy and he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Our love affair was short, only three months, but it was some of the happiest times of my life. He even met Nathan, Adam and Nita though I doubt they will remember him. Oh honey I know you’re angry at me, but your dad’s way of life started to scare me and when I found out I was going to have you I knew I had to leave to protect you. I never told Reaper I was pregnant I just left one day while he was out. Reaper was his bicker name. If you want to know how real name and more about him I am leaving everything with Mr. Anderson. I love you so much and I only did what I thought was best. I hope someday you can forgive me for all of this
All my love always,
Mom.
WHAT? That’s it! Just, oh I’m sorry. She lied to me my whole life. She made me think that asshole Quinten was my dad and made me spend time with him when I was little. Made me feel like something was wrong with me because I couldn’t bond with him like my sister did, and the whole time she knew why I couldn’t. I want to throw something. I want to scream. I want to lock myself in my room and cry, but I can’t do any of that because of the man the man sill sitting across from me still shifting papers around waiting for me to get done reading this stupid letter!
“So what now?” I ask in a shaky whisper.Flowers
