So today is the day, huh? The day you find out that you're not really Ada Vierel. The day you find out everything I've kept from you up until now. Perhaps fifteen years old is too young, but what will it matter? Stefonie didn't sit down, but her eyes were fixed on Ada, watching her reaction.
I don't understand whispered Ada, voice hoarse with fright. Stefonie's eyes danced with greed and excitement.
Years ago, you were just a baby. Barely a month old. So careless, so innocent, so helpless. You had no control over your life just yet. Your mother was your control. Whoever your mother may be.
What do you mean?
I'm not your real mother. I'm pretty sure you've guessed that already Aurelia. You don't know the story but you know just a little information. Enough to get me found, so I'll explain fully, then deal with everything. Now, you need to shut up if you want me to explain. Questions can be later. Ada didn't want to speak. Not that her throat would let her, but she was too scared.
Ever since I was young, I haven't really been liked. I was too violent. Vicious. Murderous. As Stefonie said the last word, her eyes blazed with a crazy fire that made Ada shrink a little. She looked like a madwoman. Just like she said, she looked murderous.
I retaliated too easily. Infants, Juniors, High school, University, everything was a waste. I never had a boyfriend. I'm not surprised in all honesty, because I wasn't attractive. I wasn't smart. I wasn't anything any boy ever wanted. I heard all about children. My friend, just as insane as me, said that a child would do anything I wanted. Fetch food, drinks, clean. Everything I hated doing. So, I wanted one. But without a husband, there was no kids. Adoption agencies would never accept me. I needed a helpless, needy woman. Someone who was pregnant or with a small baby, not wanting it. An elderly woman struggling to look after a child? Then I thought, what kind of foolish person would trust me? Simple. A young, high-achieving, ambitious woman, just coming out from her teenage years, wanting to move onto big things.
Then, I heard someone talk about their sister's daughter having a baby at the little age of nineteen. Wanting to go to University and to become this big lawyer. Something that took years to accomplish, so what good would some pesky child be? I thought I could do us both a favour. I'd get a child, she'd have her hands free and when she wanted the kid back, she could. Sounds good enough, doesn't it? Stefonie paced around, but her weight reduced her walk to a sort of fast waddle.
But, the idea of a child, a young slave, was too tempting. I didn't want to give it back up! A fetcher, a washer, a cook, a chore-doer. Who would want to ever give something like that back? The wondrous idea of keeping the kid began to worm its way into my mind every day. Soon, I craved to keep the baby. I kept thinking the woman would just forget about the kid, but that was a big risk. I needed to get rid of her. The fire in her eyes had died, but was now re-lit in a frightening, amber flame.
Best way? Not to send her off to some country for her never to come back like I first thought. That was too difficult. I debated assination, but that cost money. So, I decided to kill her myself. Easy, quick, money-free. I agreed to meet the sister's daughter. Her name was Marissa Helens. We met by a river, at the back of abandoned houses, and she gave me the child. The child that was you. Although Ada was expecting it, she still gasped in shock. Her heart was thudding harder then ever before. Harder then when she slit the tape. Harder then when she was hugging Ezra. Ezra. Where was he?
A silence settled on the room. Ada didn't have any words to say, they all seemed to be blocked by this giant mound of fear. Stefonie couldn't bring herself to continue. The memories swirled back and before she could stop herself, Stefonie was submerged back into the haunting streets where the child swap had occurred.