A Lie Unraveled
Authors: Constance Masters
A Lie Unraveled
By
Constance Masters
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Table of Contents:
Destiny Bridges slid her nine-year-old daughter Sophia a glass of milk across the kitchen island where she sat playing with her cereal. “You need to hurry up, sweetie,” she said. “We agreed that if I didn’t make you go back to school we would stick to a proper schedule and make sure we get the work done, so you don’t fall behind. You have to start your computer study program today.” Watching Sophia sort the little circles of her Cheerios into varying shades of brown was making her crazy, she just knew what was coming. First the sighing and the mucking about with her food, it was only a matter of time until the whining started. On cue, Sophia began.
“I don’t want to do any school work today, Mommy, I’m tired,” Sophia said with a yawn. “This is so early and if we don’t actually have to get to school on time, I don’t see what all the rush is about.”
The yawning was a nice touch and a little distraction from the norm. “Oh? Maybe you should have an early night tonight, catch up on your rest.”
“It’s not the not enough sleep kind of tired. How about this? I have a good idea. Today we just chill a little, maybe watch a movie and tomorrow I’ll do double the lessons. Or, I could do it later tonight? You know I’m more of a night owl than a morning person; everything is easier for me in the night time.” Sophia gave her mom her best doe eyed, innocent look.
“Just eat your breakfast, honey,” Destiny said. “You’re just playing with it.”
“I don’t like this kind, Mom.” She dropped the spoon into the bowl, making a loud clang and splashing milk all over the counter. “It tastes kind of drab. There isn’t even any color. It’s all brown; not the good chocolate colored brown but ordinary boring brown.”
“Your cereal tastes drab?” That was a new word to describe food. “And the color isn’t right?”
“Can’t I have a pop tart? I really feel like a pop tart.”
“If I make you a pop tart, Soph, you have to eat that. This is silly. I don’t want to spend the whole morning making different breakfasts, all of which you refuse to eat.”
“I will eat it if it’s a chocolate one. I
love
chocolate pop tarts.”
Destiny opened the pantry and sighed. “There aren’t any chocolate pop tarts left. We have strawberry, you love the strawberry ones,” she said, wishing not for the first time that she had someone to tag team with. Sophia could be a handful and she had been a pain since she opened her eyes that morning.
“It has to be a strawberry kind of day. Today isn’t a strawberry kind of day. Today is a chocolate day.”
Destiny picked up the bowl of cereal and emptied it into the disposal. “That’s it, Soph, you can go back to bed and come down later when you’re more awake
and
in a happier, more congenial mood,” she said.
“Can I have a cookie to take with me?” Sophia asked. “I know you wouldn’t want me to starve to death just because you forgot to buy chocolate pop tarts.”
“No, you didn’t want your breakfast so you’re not having a cookie.” Seriously, did this child really think that would fly?
“You’re mean,” Sophia said.
“I know; I can’t help it.”
“You know what would be fun?” Sophia asked, still sitting on the same stool; she hadn’t moved at all since her mother had told her to go upstairs.
“What would be fun, Soph?” Destiny knew her daughter was being stubborn and manipulative but she loved her so much that she found it hard to be stern with her. There was so much of her father in her. Sophie had her dad’s light brown hair and hazel eyes. When she had this look of innocence on her sweet little face though, she could see herself in her. That face could put a shine on her worst behavior. She wouldn’t be sorry to see the back of this particular phase though. It seemed like she was getting harder to get along with every day. Although Destiny hated to admit it, this might have been the reason for so many, “doesn’t play well with others” comments on her report card.
“A pedicure and brunch,” Sophia said. Now she jumped off the stool and came up to hug her mom. “Please, Mommy, please? One more day of summer and then we can do the learning thing tomorrow. One more day won’t make a difference will it? Think how refreshed we’d feel after we have our nails done.”
Destiny found it really hard to say no to her daughter when she was acting so cute and sweet. She was a sucker for being called mommy and not mom. “Okay, one last day and then that’s it, we’ll need to buckle down and get stuff done. I mean it, Soph, you have to promise me, no more of this, manipulation.”
“What’s manipulation mean?”
“It means you don’t try and talk me into stuff that you shouldn’t be doing. Now, go brush your hair again and we’ll go.” Okay, so she had willingly let herself be manipulated by a nine-year-old. It was a good idea and her nails were sorely in need of attention.
She watched her daughter run up the stairs happily. It was one hooky day, what difference would one more day make? What difference would it make indeed? It was those very words that had started this whole motherhood journey in the first place.
Sophia’s father had taken Destiny on a date when he was home for the summer from college and she was just about to start her freshman year. They were both broke so it wasn’t anything fancy, just a trip to the drive-in. If you could call sitting
near
the drive-in, going to the drive-in. It was a hill
behind
the drive-in where you could still see the movie from the car. It didn’t matter much anyway about the lack of sound; they hardly even saw the movie. By the second scene they were usually making out anyway…
He pulled a lever and the seat dropped all the way back. Destiny wasted no time shifting her position so she was on top. Her panties had long gone in a tangle of legs and desperate hands that can only come with trying to do the deed in a car, preferably without being seen. Although, that was by no means top of the list of priorities. Most teens occupying the other old cars with fogged up windows were similarly involved and couldn’t care less what she and Justin were doing. Like Justin and her, they were consumed with their own lust. As she straddled him, he clutched her soft cheeks hard, his fingernails digging into her flesh and making her bottom sting. She threw her head back, savoring the delicious feeling as he sunk deep inside her. “Oh Justin, yes.” Then she blinked, suddenly aware of the risk they were taking. “You didn't use a condom.”
Justin let out a frustrated groan. “I didn’t get a chance; you want to stop?”
She thrust one of her nipples towards his lips to distract him. “No, God no, please don’t stop. Once won’t hurt.”
“Famous last words,” she said out loud.
* * *
Justin Alexander arranged his personal things on his new desk. He
wished
the photo of his nearly eight-year-old daughter Lily-Grace could take pride of place in the very center of his desk where he could easily see it, but she was a student at the school and it wouldn’t be fair to the other students or to her. His biggest hope for her was that she would blend in and not become the principal’s daughter. For another student to see her photo when they were in his office was unprofessional and wouldn’t be doing Lily-Grace any favors. Instead of a place on the desk where everyone else could see it, the photo was carefully placed in his top drawer where only
he
could look at it any time he wanted.
Benson East Elementary, seemed like it was still a nice school. The teachers that he’d met so far were friendly and seemed like a dedicated lot, just the kind of staff he wanted. It was definitely a different experience to end up principal of a school where you were once a student. Not a lot seemed to have changed though, not in the buildings and not really in the children. Those that he had addressed at the morning welcome back assembly seemed, well, excited to see each other and happy. He was certain they’d settle down in the coming days. This was the best part of small town schools; no drama. He opened the large book of policies that was on his desk and started skimming the contents. It was time he reacquainted himself with the way this school ran now. A lot was sure to have changed since his early days there.
“Come in,” Justin said in answer to the knock on the door. His secretary was a young woman, looked to be in about her early twenties and she looked absolutely terrified of him. Was he really so scary?
“Mr. Alexander, I’ve just received a phone call from a parent. I tried to transfer the call but she said there was no need,” the young woman said. “She just asked me to pass on a message.”
“Katie, call me Justin, please. Was there a problem? What was the message?”
“Yes, sir, I mean Justin. Last year there was kind of an ongoing problem with the woman, Mrs. Bridges’ daughter, Sophia. I mean the problem was with the daughter but also with the mother. She was always sticking her nose in; blaming the other kids, telling the teachers how they should teach and what was wrong with the way they disciplined Sophia.”
“Oh?”
“Maybe you better read the child’s file,” Katie said. “I tried to tell her that I wasn’t really the person she should be talking to but she hung up on me before I could transfer the call. She just said tell the principal that Sophia won’t be needing a place in the school this year.”
“I see.” He quickly scanned the file that Katie handed him, although he
did
intend to have a better look, especially when he saw who the mother was. He frowned. “The mother is Destiny Bridges?” Well, that was either an enormous coincidence or he knew the person; well. More than well, they had been an item for a few years back when they were in school.
“Yes, and the daughter is Sophia Alexis Bridges.” Katie pointed to the file. “As you can see, there were many incidents in the year that she was at this school and the transcripts from her last school in Florida weren’t a lot better.”
“It says here that her mother believes she is misunderstood?” Hmm, so she is an overprotective pain in the ass huh? Figures. She always was a little hot tempered herself if she didn’t get her own way. Not a big surprise that her daughter was shaping up the same way. He had to wonder what she looked like now, the mother, that is, not the daughter. Pain in the ass as she’d been, they had dated for years and he’d loved Destiny; she had broken his heart. Justin had never really gotten over her.
“Seems so,” Katie said. “Anyway, I’ll leave you with the file.”
“Just one last thing, Katie? Did she ask for Sophia’s transcripts to be sent to the next school?”
“There isn’t going to be a next school. She is not bringing the child back to school this year. She thinks she can better educate her at home, away from all the negativity and hoo-ha.”
“Thank you, Katie,” Justin said. Damn, he spoke too soon and jinxed himself. This situation had drama written all over it. The mother did anyway. Taking the file at face value, he would have pretty much guaranteed this mother was the one at the bottom of all the drama anyway. Helicopter parenting was alive and well in the small town of Benson East. As a teacher he had seen it all before; as Destiny’s one-time boyfriend, he had seen similar behavior from her, although back then she was still practically a kid herself, not a parent…
“I can’t just come back home, Destiny,” Justin said. “I have to prepare for the new school year and start working a few shifts before class begins. I have books to buy.”
“It’s important Justin. I need to see you,” Destiny said. “I knew it would be like this, out of sight, out of mind.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to listen to you, honey, just tell me what all this is about now.”
“I can’t tell you. I just need to see you so I can tell you in person.”
“Then it can’t be that important. Destiny, I love you, honey, but you should be preparing yourself for college. We’ll see each other again in the fall. There might even be a weekend we can get together some time before then but not just now when I’ve only just come back to school.”
“I hate you,” she said and the phone went dead.
And after all that they had been through for a number of years, it was over. The next he’d heard from Destiny she was telling him she’d met someone else. It was probably Sophia’s father, now that he thought about it. Yep, had always had pain in the ass tendencies and it didn’t look like anything had changed or
was going
to change in the near future. Now he had to decide what was he going to do about it. As much as he'd like to take the mother to task and tan some sense into her stubborn and irresponsible backside, the daughter, Sophia had to be his priority. There had to be something he could do to get this child back to school where she belonged, and to help her try to fit in. As a teacher, well, now as a principal, he believed in the whole school experience and he was sure with some support and some set expectations he could get this child back into the system and learning. All he had to do was convince her mother. That could be the hardest job of all.
* * *
Destiny applied the finishing touches to her makeup with Sophia standing next to her doing the same. Some people frowned on the idea of a nine-year-old wearing a little make up but Destiny thought they were being over dramatic. Seriously, if it made the child feel good about herself to have brighter, more defined eyes and shiny lips, what did it hurt anyone else? It was all about self-esteem; being and looking the best that you possibly could. As a mother, she was proud of her little girl; she was a beautiful child inside and out, even if she did sometimes keep the inside bit well hidden. “Time to go, honey bunch,” she said.