BELLA WILSON 2!!! 💅

Three days after the funeral of Rose Wilson.

Mrs Wilson knocked on the door of her house and it opened to  a complete stranger to her. The person she was staring at had pink dyed hair, long acrylic coloured fingernails and was dressed scantily in a crop top and crazy ripped jean trouser loudly chewing a gum. The bags she was holding fell from her hands as she stood frozen by the doorway in shock. Her husband came up behind her a while after and also couldn't believe his eyes. 

"Hi" Bella says raising one hand in greeting after which she turned around to walk back to her room.

"Bella?" Her mother croaked, struggling to reconcile what she was seeing with her daughter.

" In the flesh Mama" Bella replied popping the gum she blew out.

"What...are...is...Oh God" Her mother exclaimed, finding it increasingly difficult to form a coherent sentence.

"How have you been? Fantastic. Have you been going for church services? No. Why didn't you call your father and I? Didn't feel like it. That's all you'll have asked for well I helped you out and on that note, see ya later mama" Bella announced and walked out of the room.

Mrs Wilson felt like she was in a bad dream. She had left the crusade early because she couldn't bear the sympathetic faces and the solemn whispers of everyone around her nor their condolences, not to mention the criticism of her friends who felt it's their job to inform her that " real parents attends their daughter's burial". She knew Rose's death would be harder on Bella, but this wasn't what she expected. never in a million years would she had seen this coming. 

Tyler had also refused to stay a second longer after the burial despite Mrs Wilson pleading for him to stay back for Bella. He must have needed an escape from the memories that would haunt him had he stayed back. Bella on the other hand has stopped bothering to picked up or return her mother's call. This went on until Mrs Wilson couldn't bear not knowing how her daughter was faring all alone back home. 

There was this underlying fear that she would lose her only surviving daughter too. The fear drove her to pester her husband who agreed with her and they had taken the next flight home.

Mrs Wilson didn't even know where things could've started to go wrong. She knew the effect of Rose's death would be traumatizing for her baby, but this was not the way she had assumed bella would grieve. Mostly, because it does not represent anything she and Rose stood for when the later was alive. A conversation she had with Rose when she was alive bubbled to the surface.

" Mum do you ever wonder what would happen to Bella if none of us was around when she needs us. You know she loves attention a lot. I wonder if she'll be alright by herself" Rose had said smiling as the two were making dinner in the kitchen that day.

"I think she'll do just fine. She's stronger than you think" Mrs Wilson had replied

Now she tearfully found her way to a sofa and sank into it.

"She's not fine on her own Rose your sister is not fine" She whispered through her quivering lips.

Mrs Wilson had always thought Bella was wiser and strong beyond her age and had treated her as such too. Bella never whined about anything nor did she ever tell when she's going through something. She always smiled and tell her "Mama I love you" "Mama I got this" "Mama I'll finish this". But, Bella was still just a child, and no child should have to be strong on their own for too long. At least, not her children, Not her Bella.

   Mrs Wilson had always thought Bella had it all together. Bella never asked for anything but she had begged ceaselessly for her and her husband not to leave but they didn't think much of it and left. Now Mrs Wilson knew Bella was about to loose it and she had needed them to help keep her in check but they have failed her. Mrs Wilson dropped to the floor hands joined together telling God to teach her what to do because she had failed as a mother.

With Love,

Grazie.