The Princess and the Plague: 44

The Princess and the Plague
Part 44
By Anistasia Allread

“You should be quite grateful for having a mother that cares so much about you.” The officer told Erika. “There are a lot of kids out there who's mother could care less about what they do. At least yours cares.”

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Thank God, Dad is coming home today. Erika hugged her pillow. She took a deep breath and squeezed her pillow as she squeezed another tear from her eyes. Pink Floyd played to drown out outside noises.

The time with her mother started off fine, but something snapped after Halloween. It was like her mother became possessed or something. She knew something like this was going to happen. Just knew it. She thought about calling her dad and telling him to come home early, but decided that interrupting his business trip would only hurt her cause in the long run.

So what if she hadn't called her mom 'on the dot' she was only an hour late getting home. Her mom didn't have to have such a cow. It wasn't like she was robbing a bank or doing drugs or anything. She was just having fun with her friends on Halloween.

The screaming match after she got home was enough that a neighbor called the police. Her mother was hysterical; foaming at the mouth as she screamed. More than a few dishes were broken by the time the cops showed up. Erika found herself quickly and quietly sequestered in the garage with one officer while another officer had her mother cornered in the living room. Erika's eyes looked like she was wearing a bandit's mask from the smeared mascara. The officer spoke to Erika in firm almost detached tones and through her sobs got Erika's side of the story.

The two officers then met in the middle of no man's land, the kitchen and discussed in low tones what they had gotten from each of them. The officer who had initially questioned her mother walked over to Erika.

“Do you feel safe enough to stay here tonight?” the officer asked

Erika was bewildered. “huh?”

“Your mother was pretty upset by your lack of consideration.” He stated. “I think she's calmed down a bit now. Do you feel safe enough to stay here and sleep in your own bed tonight? Or would you rather us take you someplace?”

'My lack of consideration?' Erika thought. “Uh, I guess I'll be alright here, officer.” Erika snuffed. Her dad was already going to have a conniption over this. If she went somewhere else for the night, he'd probably have a heart attack and where would that leave here? Alone with that woman for eternity.

Her lack of consideration? Was that what her mother was telling the cops? She wanted to tell the police that the real issue was that her mother was having issues with her transition. If dad was here, he'd have put mom in her place before this even started. Dad would be concerned with her being an hour late, but wouldn't blow it into world war three.

“You should be quite grateful for having a mother that cares so much about you.” The officer told Erika. “There are a lot of kids out there who's mother could care less about what they do. At least yours cares.”

Erika had to close her eyes so that he didn't see them roll and bite her tongue to keep from snapping back at the officer. 'Just get this done and over with' she thought to herself. 'Get them out of here so that daddy doesn't have even more to deal with when he gets home.' Erika just nodded.

“Okay, I'm going to go speak with your mother again.” he nodded and walked away.

The other officer who had spoken to her in the beginning came back. “How are you doing? Feeling any better?”

Erika nodded.

“Can I have your cell phone number?” the officer asked.

“What for?” Erika was suddenly wary.

“So that I can call you in a little while to make sure that you are doing alright.” he readied a pen. “We'll drive by in an hour or two to check on you too.”

Erika nodded and gave him her number.

“Here's my card.” The officer handed her a small card. “If you need our help again, just give us a call.”

“Thanks.” Erika nodded. She followed him back into the house. She and her mother both avoided looking at one another the avoidance was like a clear ice wall thrust between them. Erika climbed half way up the stairs as her mother showed the police out the front door. As soon as they had left her mother turned and stared daggers at her. Silent rage pierced her like an ice pick. Erika felt numb. What was wrong with her mother? Her mom's lips trembled as she spun away and stomped into the kitchen.

Erika heard things slamming around as she retreated to the safety of her bedroom and to the comfort of a shower.

--o0o--

Erika was partially awake when the door to her room was opened and the lights were flicked on.

“Get dressed, you have someone coming by to see you in half an hour.” her mother stated without emotion.

“Who?” Erika asked.

Her mother turned and walked briskly away.

Erika looked at her clock. It was late. It looked as if she had missed church. After last night maybe church was taken off the list of mother-daughter things. Erika stepped into the shower and carefully washed and warmed her body, being careful not to get her hair wet. Sasha said that a misting was fine, but not to stick her head under the shower spray.

'Who would be coming by to visit?” Erika wondered. 'Samantha and Tricia would have called. Could that policeman be stopping by to check in on her?' She bit her bottom lip as she pondered.

Out of the shower, Erika scrunched some product into her damp curls before standing in front of her closet.

“What to wear.” Erika wondered aloud. She had a couple of pairs of Capri as well as a pair of cords and two pair of jeans, but she really enjoyed wearing skirts. They felt so liberating and she felt a freedom of movement that jeans just didn't offer. Erika decided upon a long full circle skirt with lots of ruffles at the bottom. She paired it up with a nice button down, collared blouse. Erika twirled in front of the mirror and giggled as the skirt flared and spun around her legs.

She pulled on some bobby socks and slipped her feet into some flats as an after thought before heading down stairs.

She found her mother sitting at the dining room table clenching a hot mug of coffee in her hands. The stormy look on her face proved that this latest war wasn't over yet. Erika quietly smeared some cream cheese on a bagel and nibbled at it while leaning against the kitchen counter.

Her mother practically jumped out of her chair when the doorbell rang. Erika started to follow but the look from her mother froze her to her place.

She could hear her mother greeting someone in soft tones.

“Right this way. We were just finishing up breakfast, could I make you some thing?” her mother oozed sweetness.

“a cup of tea perhaps?”

Erika's mother entered the great room with a tall balding gray haired man following behind her.

“Erika this is Father David; Father this is. . . Erika.” her mother paused before saying her name.

Father Dave smiled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. “How are you?” He asked looking Erika up and down.

“Fine.” Erika managed. Why was her mother bringing a priest to the house? Who was this guy?

“Please have a seat.” Erika's mother invited as she began brewing some tea.

“Who is this?” Erika whispered.

“Father David. He's here to talk with you.”

“With me?”

Erika's mother nodded. “Go sit down and listen to what he has to say.” her mother hissed.

Erika's heart began to pound. This wasn't cool. Something was up. Every bone, every fiber in her body screamed for her to flee. Her brain kept flashing back to last night and the embarrassment of having the police called and how her father would feel about that when he got back.

“Your mother tells me that you have a medical condition.” Father David greeted as Erika sat opposite from him.

Erika nodded. “A brain tumor.”

“Do you get head aches from this tumor?” he asked.

“No.” Erika answered cautiously.

“Do you have hallucination? See things, perhaps hear things?”

“No. Why? Are you a doctor as well?” Erika asked.

“Eric!” Her mother snapped.

'Run!' her mind screamed, 'Run now!'

“No, I'm not a doctor, although I do have some training in that field.” Father David cold smile did little to reassure Erika. “I'm just trying to figure out why a nice young man would want to dress like a young woman.”

“So why exactly are you here?” Erika's stomach trembled. She swallowed hard to keep the contents where they were.

“Your mother has concerns over your well being.” Father David stated.

Erika's mother placed the tea in front of the man. Father David blew on it before taking a sip. “Perfect. Thank you.”

Erika fixed her mother with a hard gaze. “So my mom called you this morning because she is worried about my well being?”

Father David nodded. “I think that having concern for your soul is concern for your well being don't you?”

“I can't believe you!” Erika screamed. “You called a priest to lecture me on my sins?” Erika bolted to her feet.

“Sit down, Eric!” her mother screamed back.

“I can't believe this.” Erika glared at her mother. She charged towards the door.

Her mother's hand shot out like an iron hook to grab her by the arm. “Come back here!”

Erika jerked her arm free and sprinted out the door and down the side walk.

She didn't realize the cold even though she was chilled to the bone, her toes frozen her fingers numb. She didn't notice that she was wet even though her blouse clung to her skin, her curly hair stuck to her face, her shoes sloshed with each step. She didn't notice where she was walking to until she found herself standing in front of Tricia's door. She knock, but just stood there, fuming, humiliated and pissed.

The door opened.

“Erika?” Mrs. Pearson was surprised. “Erika are you alright? You are soaked to the bone. Come in hurry, lets get you dry.”

Erika numbly, silently followed Tricia's mom into the living room.

“What happened sweety?” She cooed.

“My mom and I had a fight last night.” Erika mumbled.

“Tricia!” Mrs. Pearson called. “Tricia, get my sweats out of the dryer and bring them here!” Tricia's mom unbuttoned Erika's blouse and peeled it off from her cold, wet body. “You are freezing.” She commented.

“Erika?” Tricia entered the room carrying the pink sweats.

“Take her into the bathroom, strip her out of these clothes and stick her in a hot shower.”

--o0o--

Erika sat curled up on the Pearson's sofa wrapped in a blanket sipping some tea. A concerned Tricia and her mother sat next to her as Erika explained, without giving too many humiliating details, of the previous night's battle and the morning's surprise.

“Have you called your father?” Mrs. Pearson asked.

“I don't want to interrupt his business trip.” Erika stated. “It's embarrassing enough that he has to come home to the story of the neighbors calling the cops on us.”

“I think he'd like to know.”

“I'll tell him when he gets home. Besides, I ran out without my cell phone. I don't have his number.”

“Well you can stay here until he returns.” Mrs. Pearson gave Erika a comforting smile.

--o0o--

Later that afternoon Mrs. Pearson drove Erika and Tricia over to Erika's house. Mrs. Pearson stood in the Foyer as Tricia and Erika ran upstairs to retrieve some clothes, her books and cell phone.

“Just think of it as we're giving you two a break.” Mrs. Pearson told Erika's mom. “Girls sometimes get over emotional and they butt head with their mothers. You both just need some cooling off time.”

“I just don't want her to be a bother.”

“She's no problem. If anything she keeps Tricia out of trouble.”

Erika saw her mom dissappear back into the kitchen as she and Tricia came down stairs with her duffle and small suit case.

--o0o--

On Tuesday Erika was called down to the office. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her mother waiting for her.

“What do you want?” Erika asked.

“I'm here to take you to your appointment with Dr. Barts.”

“I'm not going.”

“What do you mean? Your father and I pay good money for you to see her.”

“I'm not going until you go talk with her first.”

Erika watched as her mother's eyes blazed and her lips pressed into a stone hard line. She took a deep breath and let it out.
“You are going to Dr. Barts.” she stated flatly.

“No. not until dad gets back.” Erika stood her ground.

“Get in that car, now.”

Erika turned and walked out of the office. Instead of going towards the car however, she turned and returned to class.

After lunch, she got called to the nurses office.

“Dr. Barts called and wanted to speak with you.” The nurse held the phone out to Erika.

“Hello?”

“Erika?” It was Dr. Bart's voice

“Yes.”

“Are you alright?”

“Currently.” Erika stated. “Did my mom see you today?”

“Yes. She is very hurt and angry.”

“Good.” Erika wanted to spit. “I'm hurt and angry too.”

“I'm sure you are.” Dr. Barts agreed. “Will you come see me this afternoon?”

“I really don't want to talk to anyone until my dad gets back.” Erika explained.

“So you want to keep this bottled up for a few more days” it was a statement.

“I want to digest what happened and cool off before I talk.” Erika could feel her ire rising.

“I understand.” Erika could visualizing Dr. Barts' head nodding. “Can I convince you to return home?”

“I don't know.” Erika said truthfully.

“I've got your mom calmed down and she said she would leave you alone until after you two and your father came to see me.”

“Can I think about it?” Erika asked.

“Sure. I'm just trying to help smooth things over.”

“I need to get back to class.” Erika wanted off the phone.

“Call me if you need anything, Erika.”

“Thanks.” Erika handed the phone back to the nurse.

--o0o--

Erika hugged her pillow and buried her face into it to wipe away the tears. She turned and looked at her clock. Time was creeping at a snail's pace. Her dad was due home in an hour or so.

Mrs. Pearson and Tricia drove Erika back home this afternoon. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and locked herself in her room. She turned on some Pink Floyd and fell into her bed.

'God, I'd wish Dad never left.'

--o0o--

to be continued...



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