CHAPTER 3!

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The Unbearable Burdens of Ella-May Todd

Chapter 3:

                   Nervousness. That's all I could explain it as, I sat in my cell and I heard were footsteps walking down the hall and clink of many keys. The jailor shoved the key into the lock and twisted it I heard many prisoners whistling...most likely at Falcon although I do not know what he looks like, I know these women will whistle at anything that's male....or female...that has a beating heart, the jailor was a serious grumpy looking woman. She had curly black hair that was in a bob. She was short and chubby. "You were arrested august 3rd for a misdemeanor, first offense and are being bailed out on the day of august 4th at 2:00 p.m. for $650. Do you understand?" said the woman in a monotone rehearsed voice "Uh yea I do." she uncuffed me and I walked out of the small white cell with the big thick white door. "You must be Falcon." I said with a smile to a tall blonde man with a 5:00 o' clock shadow and a bright white smile. "being bailed out of jail for assault 4th with a smile, unlikely. you must be Ella."  "i'm just really excited you're helping me." we talked and walked across the street to the police station to sign papers confirming my release and get court days. My daughter's funeral today and I'm finding out when I need to be in court. What a stinking life. We signed the papers it was a quick painless process. Surprisingly.

                   "First thing is first I have to make sure my grandmother is okay with my brother." said Falcon running his hands through his long ashy blonde hair with a stern look in his chocolate brown eyes. I couldn't help but gawk at him, I knew I was being quiet but he was downright gorgeous. "uhm yeah ok." i said a little delayed. "Can you drop me off at Pine street.. I need to get ready for my daughter's funeral." I say it so naturally but inside it breaks. Maybe falcon can read me because a few moments later he put his big hand on my shoulder and gave it a reassuring 'it's ok' squeeze "sure, of course I have to head that way anyway i'll drop you off and come back in an hour ok Ella?" he called me Ella.. only Rodney my presumed dead husband called me Ella, Everyone else called me Ella-May or Ms.Todd."That's great. Thank you so much Mr. Jones, I'm a stranger but I already know that you're amazing." "no problem I've been there and you're gonna need a bit of help. And call me Falcon." "Can we go to Natalie's funeral after you pick me up?" "yes." he said. We drove to pine street and the rode in his red 2009 avenger, it was quick and smooth. I got out of the car and waved goodbye and headed towards the front door, I hadn't been here since I got the call that nearly ruined my life forever.

                  I was on the front porch. The porch I walked across when rushing to the car when I went into labor with my first and only child. The porch I walked upon when carrying my newborn home. The porch my baby took her first steps across at 11 months. I put my hand on the door. The door she walked out the night she died only 16 short years later. I wipe my eyes, and put on a brave face. 

           I walked through the door. Dang it I left the air-conditioner on for 3 days with the windows and doors closed it's FREEZING in here.Oh why was I worrying about being chilled or my electric bill. My daughter was dead it's not like i need to maintain a stable life anyway. Maybe I  would end up like my insane mother depressing myself with the ghosts of the past until I jump over the edge. No! shut up Ella-may I also left my cappuccino sitting which had separated and drawn ants my Sherlock mystery book lay open to the page I was on and my IPhone lay cracked on the hardwood floor from when I dropped it at hearing the news. I stopped lingering on all these depressing memories I had to leave my ghosts behind or I'd never find Natalie's Murderer. I needed to focus on getting ready, I gathered clothes and walked to my bathroom, I turned the shower fully on hot and tweaked the cold knob. Steam arose and covers the mirror with condensation I looked in the mirror and wiped it with my palm smearing away a section of the fog  I saw so much of Natalie in myself, from the curly blonde hair, if it was a lot longer, to the blue eyes and the light freckles sprinkled across my nose. The only difference is that I have many more age-tellers on my face. I was in and out of the shower in 10 minutes I dried off and got dressed.

              I brushed through my short curly golden  locks and quickly blow dried them and fluffed it. I applied one layer of mascara to my lashes and a pink glossy lip gloss. I dressed in a dress with a black  knee length skirt with a  white and black floral print bodice and a white bow around the waist. I finished it all with short black heels and a black veiled Pill box hat.

         And then there was a knock at the door, and standing there was Falcon with Black trousers, dress shoes, white button up shirt, black tie and complete with a black over jacket. " are you ready?" he said seriously. "not really." he took my hand and held it loosely and he led me to his car I sat up front and stayed completely quiet the entire ride when we pulled into the church next to  the cemetary he parked and looked at me which I could only tell from my perephorial vision, I continued to stare out the window like I was oblivious that we had reached our destination.
         He set his hand on my knee and squeezed and said "come on." I got out and I could already feel the tears stinging my yes as we walked towards the graveyard, the service was beautiful I assumed Natalie's boyfriend of five years' family put it together. Gosh they probably thought I was a terrible mother.    I watched as they lowered my baby girl. My only family other than my old crazy mother. I watched as they buried my ray of sunshine my best friend, my everything. The salty tears raced down my cheeks and I hiccupped. Her casket slowly disappearing into the soil I laid lilies on her grave. a grave that a sixteen year old should not have.  I no longer had any family. Falcon held my hand and I cried into his shoulder throughout the service. I could't take this my hear had been broken but this was ripping my heart out of my chest. I cried louder then anyone there, I had that right, mother of the year or not. I didn't wanna hear another I'm so sorry for your lost, if I did I think I would vomit in my mouth.  I refused to leave her headstone Falcon picked me up and carried me like a small child throwing a tantrum I beat on his back as he threw me over his shoulder and put me in the back seat of his car and quickly locked the door, I dry heaved and cried and laid own in the sat as he drove me not to his mee-maw's but to the apartment he still payed for.

                  
TO BE CONTINUED CHAPTER 4 ON 6/18/13 OR SOONER!!