Rebecca Pov

  It was my 21st birthday, Levi was cooking dinner, (he cooks more than just on my birthday, but shit doesn't normally happen when he cooks, ok), and honestly I was quite happy with a quiet birthday, (though maybe it was a good thing that I wanted a quiet birthday, as 21 was traditionally a drinking birthday).

  Jordan was looking out at the storm that was raging, (to be fair, it wasn't normal rain, so it made sense to me), it made sense right up to the point where Jordan walked over to where I was sitting on the couch and said there was an old lady at the door, (it made sense that Jordan came over to say it to me, there being an old lady at the door in the first place didn't make sense to me).

  "Mama, there's an old lady at the door"

  "Uh, ok Baby, I'll go check that out"

  "Ok"

  So I go to the front door, because if it was a random old lady, I would want to actually help her, and if it wasn't a random old lady, I could then tell her to piss off, anyway, I opened the front door, as you do, when I came face to face with Rita, who was drenched from the storm, so I step outside and closed the front door before she got any ideas about coming inside the house where my babies were, (yes they're Levi's too, but in this instance, I don't think he'd mind).

  "How the fuck did you find my house?"

  "I have my resources-"

  "If it was Officer Brown, I'm going to fucking kill him"

  "No, he wouldn't tell me anything when I asked him"

  "Good, now fuck off"

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  I knew that telling Rita to 'fuck off' wasn't going to work, but I was kind of hoping that it would work, as I really didn't want to have any sort of conversation with my mother, ya know, but obviously telling her to fuck off didn't work, so I had to get a bit more creative with telling her to leave.

  "We have to talk-"

  "What is there to talk about?"

  "Our relationship-"

  "We don't have a relationship Rita, YOU! made sure of that when you kicked me out"

  "I unkicked you out eventually-"

  "You can't unkick someone out Rita!, that's not how that fucking works, you made your decision, and now I've made my decision to protect my peace, so leave me the fuck alone"

  "Bambina-"

  She could've called me literally anything else, and I would've been fine, but her calling me 'Bambina' when she had never treated me like I was her baby, like I was important, like I was even hers, it made me want to start sobbing my fucking eyes out, I didn't until she eventually left, (firstly I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry, but secondly I didn't want to traumatise my children), but I need you to know that for the rest of this... thing with Rita.

  "No, don't you fucking dare Rita, don't you dare"

  "You are my Bambina-"

  "No, I'm not your anything-"

  "Why?-"

  "What do you mean 'why?'?, you made it that way, not me"

  "Why can't you forgive me?"

  "Partly because you think that me forgiving you means that you get access to my kids, and I don't think that you deserve the privilege of knowing them-"

  "What?-"

  "Delia and I talk quite often, that's all you need to know"

  I honestly don't know how I didn't punch Rita in the face, but I honestly don't think about any of the encounters I've had with Rita over the years, (no, that's not necessarily healthy, but I also don't want to give her any of my emotional energy, so that might be why), take all of this as you will, (you will anyway).

  "It's also partly because I became a mother"

  "What does that have to do with our relationship Rebecca?"

  "Do you actually want to know, or do you just want an argument on my birthday?"

  "Why would I want to argue on your birthday?"

  "Why did you kick all your daughters out apart from Anastasia?, what possessed you to knock on my door on my birthday?, I don't specifically know why you would, but you would if it served you to"

  "Ok, I do actually want to know"

  "Will you fuck off after I tell you?"

  "Yes"

  "As your Daughter I could've probably forgiven you eventually, but then I became a Mother, and how fucking dare you, what kind of Monster do you have to be to do such a thing to any child?, let alone your own child, let alone multiple of your own children?, how do you wake up and act like you haven't fucked over most of your daughters?, because if I for a second thought that I did a fraction of what you did to my children, it would eat me alive and I would probably off myself"

  "I don't know"

  "Of course, you will fuck off now and you will not come to my house again"