Sammy (freewrite)

honeydue (68)in #freewrite • 6 years ago

People. They run in circles around her. Little people that she can't quite control, although she wishes with all her might she could because the little people are driving her up the walls. Always running, always screaming at each other and most of all, at her.
She stares at the other mothers, standing in the isles, watching her over the fresh fruit and she feels deserted. In their eyes, she sees strangers, no one she'd like and no one who'd like her. These are not her people, her women. They're not her tribe.
She is a threat to them, she realizes once again, she's the kid their husbands would fuck only she's not a kid no more.
'I'm sorry,' she begs silently, but they just sneer at her – she should've never taken one of their own, she should've never gotten mixed up with Mr Andrews. She's not here. His wife, Mrs Andrews, she's not here. She's still at her mother's, after more than a year, still “recovering” from the affair, although Sammy doesn't believe that. Oh no, she thinks Mrs Andrews took advantage of her little indiscretion to make her daring escape from the depressing desert that had become her life.
Sammy wouldn't be surprised if Mrs Andrews had some new lover down there.
But that is the way it is, Mrs Andrews gone away, with Mr Andrews going down every weekend, pleading, trying to win her back. He never meant to screw Sammy. They never do. They all get to run back to their families, to their weeping wives who'll forgive them, sooner or later. And Sammy's left with the big, round belly and the little people who make her insane.

Nobody knows about the one in her belly, at least not yet. This one will be her fourth and the little people will rejoice – one more ally to haunt their little mother, who's just a child herself, at heart, thrust into this big world of sad grownups.
They all smile when they see Sammy, and that really took her fancy. After her parents died, it was a sight to behold – all these grownups, many parents themselves, smiling down on young Sammy, not yet seventeen. They all wanted to give her jobs and take her in.
And now they glare at her, not because of anything she did, but because they thought their husbands were nice people like they are.
When it first happened, Sammy didn't know how to react, she figured she'd go along with him, although she barely remembers him now. He seemed to know what he was doing and he was kinda cute. Sure put that fire in her belly.
After that, it just became the new world order for her. For a while, she'd worked as a babysitter, you know, before. But then, they found out about the baby in her belly and kicked her out. She still sees Mrs Waterly screaming at her down the street, chasing her with a broom held high in her hand, while Sammy wept and screamed.
There were no more jobs after that, but there were plenty of visits. And her visitors always made sure to leave her enough on the nightstand – wouldn't want a paper-thin lover.

Sammy watches the mothers leave, one by one, heading for the cashier, while she's left here, beside the onions, with her little people. And she smiles because she knows nobody could hurt her. That despite all of it, she belongs only to herself. She was never like them. Her only mistake was thinking she was.