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Ryan Williamson was a mistake. He found this out as a young boy, living in a dingy, red-brick-against-grey sky type of building in Bedford, Brooklyn. His mother, with a bottle of cheap vodka in one hand, a lit cigarette in another, told him the story of his conception.
"I neva' wanted you. Your father, I neva' even knew his name," Her eyes closed briefly as she paused for a long drag, the ash falling to the dirty carpet floor. Smoke whisped out of her ruby-red lips, dancing up into her thin bleach blonde hair and she continued the story. The originally bright blue walls, had faded down into a dull grey, just like Ryan's mother's life.
"Me and Cecily, we was at a club in the city. Met him there, I don't even remember his name. I was too high off a' whateva CC had in her bag," she said, chuckling at the memories. She downed another gulp of the vodka, emptying the bottle before standing and walking to the tiny cooler by the door and picking up another. She returned to the used in
Laze-Boy she bought for five bucks at a yard sale, reclining back and finishing off her cigarrette. She dropped the still smoking cigarette onto the floor and stamped her foot near where Ryan sat playing with cars.
"Ryan! Are you listening?"
Ryan stopped banging his two blue NASCAR cars together, a Christmas gift from "That damn Amanda" as his mother so gently put it. His aunt Amanda tried to adopt him out of the roach infested apartment they used to live in to her nice condo in Queens. Her mother had hissed and yelled her way out of it, half dragging him to the new apartment in Bedford. He was barely a toddler and loved Auntie Amanda because she always gave him Mac' n' Cheese and called him her 'darling'. Richard looked up at his mother, sucking on his thumb, his bright blue eyes wide in either admiration or fear. It was probably the latter.
"We went back to my place and then two months later, doctor told me I was pregnant with you. I couldn't get no abortion cus' the money, so I was stuck. My life and dreams gone, cus' of you. You were a mistake,"
She took a sip of her vodka and turned away from Ryan, staring blankly at the wall, indicating the one-sided conversation was over. He was too young to quite understand exactly what his mother was talking about. She often went on tangents like this one. It was strange, at times she was loving and sweet, making him yummy food (Never Mac 'N' Cheese, though) and sometimes she went like this or even worse. His four year old mind caught the last sentence, as it was the one she repeated most often.
"You were a mistake,"
"
"I neva' wanted you. Your father, I neva' even knew his name," Her eyes closed briefly as she paused for a long drag, the ash falling to the dirty carpet floor. Smoke whisped out of her ruby-red lips, dancing up into her thin bleach blonde hair and she continued the story. The originally bright blue walls, had faded down into a dull grey, just like Ryan's mother's life.
"Me and Cecily, we was at a club in the city. Met him there, I don't even remember his name. I was too high off a' whateva CC had in her bag," she said, chuckling at the memories. She downed another gulp of the vodka, emptying the bottle before standing and walking to the tiny cooler by the door and picking up another. She returned to the used in
Laze-Boy she bought for five bucks at a yard sale, reclining back and finishing off her cigarrette. She dropped the still smoking cigarette onto the floor and stamped her foot near where Ryan sat playing with cars.
"Ryan! Are you listening?"
Ryan stopped banging his two blue NASCAR cars together, a Christmas gift from "That damn Amanda" as his mother so gently put it. His aunt Amanda tried to adopt him out of the roach infested apartment they used to live in to her nice condo in Queens. Her mother had hissed and yelled her way out of it, half dragging him to the new apartment in Bedford. He was barely a toddler and loved Auntie Amanda because she always gave him Mac' n' Cheese and called him her 'darling'. Richard looked up at his mother, sucking on his thumb, his bright blue eyes wide in either admiration or fear. It was probably the latter.
"We went back to my place and then two months later, doctor told me I was pregnant with you. I couldn't get no abortion cus' the money, so I was stuck. My life and dreams gone, cus' of you. You were a mistake,"
She took a sip of her vodka and turned away from Ryan, staring blankly at the wall, indicating the one-sided conversation was over. He was too young to quite understand exactly what his mother was talking about. She often went on tangents like this one. It was strange, at times she was loving and sweet, making him yummy food (Never Mac 'N' Cheese, though) and sometimes she went like this or even worse. His four year old mind caught the last sentence, as it was the one she repeated most often.
"You were a mistake,"
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