I was doing the dishes we had used for breakfast when there was a knock on the door, Mason was in the shower. That was odd, Mason never received guests unless it was Lee and she wasn't even in school. She and Jake had traveled for a little get away. I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and gave myself a once over. I was still dressed in shorts and a loose tank top but I didn't have time to change so I decided to just answer the door this way. I hope whoever was on the other side of the door would understand. If only I had known who was knocking, I would have run to the bedroom to change and maybe fix myself before opening the door.
"Who are you?!" The person on the door demanded after looking at me from top to bottom and reverse with disdain in her voice.
"Mrs. Baraka what a shocking surprise! Please come in." I answered quickly in a high pitch voice.
"How dare you invite me into my own son's home? Who are you? Where is my son and what in all that is holy are you wearing?" She demanded question after question.
First thing that came to mind when I saw her was now I understood where Mason got all his looks. The mom was really pretty and she knew how to dress herself. Dressed in a white short sleeved button down shirt tucked into blue figure hugging jeans. She completed the look with black knee high boots and a black handbag. Her dark chocolate skin matched Masons and her eyes were just as brows as his.
That was a very good impression till she opened her mouth and I thought what a bitch, excuse my French. I had to cast away those terrible thoughts, this was the mother to the man I loved. I had to be nice to her even though what I wanted was to grab her nicely done natural hair that was in a bun and sweep the floor with her. We were almost the same height, she just had a few inches on me so I knew I could totally take her.
"My name is Becca, I am Masons girlfriend and he is currently taking a shower and I'm sorry for my under dress. We weren't expecting guests or I would have dressed better... Please do...." She barged past me and into the house ".... come in" I completed under my breath and followed her into the house.
I had at least cleaned up before she came in so it looked neat and clean.
"Can I get you anything to drink or eat?" I asked politely standing at the end of the sofa from where she was sitting.
She looked at me the same way she had at the door her gaze lingering a little longer on my tattoo. I felt naked in front of her and kind of scared but I wouldn't dare budge or show weakness. I had been raised better than that. Mason always talked so highly of his mother and I had admired her even though I had never met her and her image was crumbling slowly in my eyes.
"No I don't want anything from you. Now please call my son and wear something that doesn't make you look like a sex worker." She replied.
Her words tore thorough me like an arrow shot directly at my heart. I knew not everyone would like you in this world but it hurt when Mason's mom thought I was a whore. I didn't know what to say after that so I just ran into the bedroom and shut the door behind me before leaning on it.
I found Mason in the bedroom getting dressed. He looked very handsome in a pair of black sweatpants, a white T-shirt that hugged him in all the right places and a pair of black socks. How could such a perfect person who was always so kind and respectful come from someone who didn't have respect for anyone. Maybe I was judging her too harshly but how could I when she clearly called me a whore. I was dressed appropriately for someone just lounging around the house. It's not like I would step outside the door dressed like this.
"Hey babe. Why do you look so flushed?" He asked startling me from my thoughts.
I opened my mouth to explain to him but nothing came out. I was still in shock after that terrible statement his mother had made at me. I moved away from the door and moved towards the closet grab a change of clothes. Mason grabbed me in his arms as soon as I was within reach.
"Are you okay? Who was at the door?" He asked pulling me flush against him, his arms on my waist.
I made no attempt to touch him which he found weird but didn't say anything. It was awkward for me too considering I looked for any excuse to touch Mason, anywhere at all.
"Your.. uh! Your...." Why couldn't I say it? Is it because I was scared that everything would change when Mason walked out of that door.
I know the kind of effect mother's had on their sons, it didn't help that Masons bond with his mom was stronger because she was a single mom. She clearly didn't like me and I really wanted her to. Maybe she'd warm up to me if I showed her how nice I was. She was capable of breaking my relationship with Mason and I had to make sure that didn't happen.
"Your mom is here." I finally said and to say Mason was shocked would be an understatement.
It was the happy shocked though. His face lit up with a smile at the thought of her and I gave myself courage that if Mason thought so highly of her then she couldn't be so bad. First impressions always had a chance to improve, that's what I hopped at least.
"Let me go say hello. Get changed and join us. I want to introduce you." He said kissing my forehead and letting go off me.
I wanted to tell him I had already introduced myself but there was no need. It was a terrible introduction anyway.
"Mason?" I called just as he opened the door.
"Yeah." He replied turning back to look at me.
"I love you." I don't know what prompted me to tell him that but I just had to let him know.
"I love you more beautiful. See you out there." He replied with a megawatt smile on his face before turning and leaving.
That smile reassured me that everything would be okay and that Mason loved me. I didn't have a lot of things here, all my stuff was in the travel suitcase Mason bought me. I picked out the only black non-ripped skinny jeans I had and a long sleeved white T-shirt. I decided to take a shower to give Mason and his mom more time to connect.
I also needed more time to collect my thoughts and figure out my next move. What better place to do that than the shower.
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Feeling better after my shower I felt confident that everything would be okay. I was decently dressed and I looked good. My hair was done is some very sophisticated cornrows that I was in love with to complete my look.
I was about to enter the living room when I heard my name being mentioned. I stopped walking and leaned against the wall. I could hear them but I couldn't see them and neither could they see me.
"Mason I thought I warned you against dating girls like that "Marie shouted. Marie was Mason's mom's name.
I was shocked by that statement. Girls like me? Mason never dated. Well at least he hadn't been for a while before I came along.
"What do you mean girls like that?" Mason asked defensively.
"You know what I mean Mason. She has tattoos, dresses indecently, has no respect and for all I know she's just using you for your money." Marie replied.
I was wrong about first impressions changing, at least for Marie that was all down the drain. She was trash talking me to my boyfriend. I just couldn't believe this. I loved Mason and I couldn't care less if he had money or not and besides we were loaded now so I didn't need his money. And it was nine am which college student would be decently dressed at that time. I may have regretted how I got my tattoos but I loved all of them. Mason knew the real me so I hoped his mother's wouldn't sway him and I was proven right by what he said next.
"Mom you don't even know Becca so stop judging her. She's perfect and she doesn't want my money." He defended making me smile.
"I don't need to know her to see her for what she really is. Tell me am wrong Mason and that you haven't spent money on her buying her extravagant gifts." Marie demanded.
" So what mom. What I do with my money is my business and if you must really know she fought meant every turn for every single thing I bought her." I could tell Mason was getting frustrated and more angry by the tone of his voice.
I've never seen Mason angry before. I was about to reveal myself when Marie said something that knocked the breath out of me and made me fall to my knees.
"Don't make me angry Mason. If I must remind you, every single thing you have I have worked hard to give you. That money is mine and I won't let you waste it on some gold digger. I want her gone Mason or you loose everything. I will not let you tarnish the Baraka name with someone like her." She threatened.
"Mom you wouldn't." Mason replied defeated.
"Try me." She replied and it went silent from there.
I couldn't believe Masons mom had made him choose between her and me. It was so cruel yet she didn't even know me for her to judge me like that. If Mason chose me he would later hate me for breaking up his family and if he chose his mom it would break him and not to mention me. I didn't know what do do. This was all too much. I felt myself start shaking and hyperventilate. I needed to calm down in order to think. I had to be strong for Mason and me too. I had to rise above this situation.
I loved Mason so much and I knew he loved me too but was out love strong enough to get through this. I mean we had been dating for about two months. It wasn't fair for either of us to do this.
Why was his mother even here and unannounced at that? Didn't she have some endangered girls in Asia to save? She just had to come and ruin everything. It was all so perfect. Why did every good thing that happened to me have to be taken away from me all at once?
" I can't choose mom. I can't choose between the woman I love and the woman who gave birth to me. I just can't mom. Please just spend time with Becca. She's nice and caring and different. Please mom. " Mason said out of the blue. It was so faint I barely heard him.
"No. If you can't choose I'll choose for you." I heard some shuffling "Goodbye Mason." She said with finality.
"Mom please don't go. Am sure there is a way for both of us to be happy. " Mason pleaded.
She was leaving. I couldn't allow that to happen. Mason couldn't loose his mother because of me. I had to make the hard choice.
I got myself off the floor before heading towards the bedroom. I grabbed my backpack and stuffed everything I could. I would find a way to get anything I had forgotten. I grabbed my keys and phone last before heading out.
I found Mason and his mom hugging. If it were any other situation that would have been a great sight but it just broke my heart. Mason was facing me so he was the first to notice me.
"Becca what are you doing? Why do you have your bag?" He asked letting go of his mother.
I cleared my throat and tried to be as strong as possible. I couldn't afford to break down now.
"I heard what you and your mom said and I think it's best if I just leave." I said each word tasting bitter on my lips and sending a sword through my heart over and over again.
"No. You cant leave." Mason said approaching me making me take a step back.
If he touched me right now the brave front I was putting up would crumble. I was barely hanging on now seeing the broken look on his face. But this was necessary.
"Yes I can. I don't want to be the reason your family breaks up. I love you too much to do that to you." I explained before turning towards the front door and began walking towards it.
"Becca wait." Mason said grabbing my hand.
I turned to look at him and it took every ounce of strength I had in me to not jump in his arms and say to hell with his mother but I couldn't do that to him. Mason was perfect, he would find someone his mother approved off and he would be happy. It would break me knowing he was with another but as long as he would be happy I would try and be okay with it.
"Goodbye baby. I love you so much and I don't want to put it on you to choose so I'm choosing for you. Take care of yourself." I whispered in a hurt voice.
I grabbed his hand in mine before placing the keys he had given me to his place and putting them in his open palm. I leaned up and kissed his cheek before turning and hightailing out of there before Mason could make me stay.
I was breaking inside but I wouldn't let it show until I got to my place. There I would cry and shout until I lost my voice only to heal and do it all over again.
As I walked out the stairs the only thing I could think was that my Mr Perfect wasn't so perfect after all. He had one weakness and that was his mother.
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