My Fault

Mrs. Lydia walked into the house carrying two shopping bags. She had hurried off to make dinner for her daughter-in-law when her son got back with the doctor.

When she had first heard the news, her heart had almost stopped. She had immediately phoned her daughter, Prissy, and then reached out to the Caldwell family, even though they were out of the country. Everyone had to know what had happened. It was a miracle that nothing too serious had occurred, but the thought of what could have happened still sent chills down her spine.

She was glad nothing terrible happened.

The moment she got inside, a maid rushed up to meet her and greeted her.

"Welcome, Ma'am." She slightly bowed her head to Mrs. Lydia.

"Thank you. Please take these to the kitchen." Mrs. Lydia stretched forth her hands and let go of the bags, as the younger girl moved in sync and quickly took the bags.

"Carry those carefully. I will be in the kitchen shortly." She said as she glanced at the groceries. Mrs. Lydia knew food could bring some relief, even if only a little.

The maid took them quickly but gently. "I will handle them with care, Ma'am," she said, with a soft voice.

Mrs. Lydia gave her a small smile. "Have the chef wash the vegetables and chop them neatly. I will come and take over from there."

The maid nodded and disappeared down the hall.

She got to the living room only to be met with a strange sight.

Her daughter, Prissy paced to and fro in the living room.

Both her hands were running through her hair. With her head lowered and shaking from side to side every now and then.

She had to admit that it had been ages since she last saw her daughter become this way. And that was when her husband passed away in an accident.

But today she was like this. Berlin's accident might have triggered something for her to be in such an anxious state.

Prissy suddenly stopped pacing. Her gaze was now fixed on the window, staring blankly ahead with her back facing her Mom.

Mrs. Lydia walked in and took a step closer to her.

"Prissy?" she called softly.

No response.

Even with the noise of her heels, Prissy didn't even know when her mother's figure approached her.

It was when she turned around to walk to her room, that her eyes locked with the person standing behind her.

In shock, she tilted her head back and widened her tearful eyes.

"Mom!" She was sad.

She looked deeply into the eyes of the most important person she held dear to her heart and the tears started to stream from her eyes.

"Prissy my love. I am here." Her Mom came to her side with quick strides. She pulled Prissy into her embrace the moment she reached her.

Tears continued to stream from her eyes. She felt her body shaking and with it, the ground as if the earth were feeling her pain.

"T-There was an accident," Prissy said. "I was always rude to her." Tears now streamed from her face. "Mom, Berlin she...she..." She was not able to say the end of the sentence.

"Hush now my love." Her Mom was trying to comfort her while Patting her head. "It's not your fault... It was an accident and she is getting treated. All is well, sweet heart."

Her mother knew what she was thinking. She was blaming herself for the incident.

"B-But if I had been good to her... all this..." She was sobbing and her words were a little incoherent but her Mom was calm and comforting her with her hug.

Prissy and Karlos's father died, shielding them and the perpetrator had been arrested, and every news had been taken down.

Her emotions were in turmoil after everything.

The society pitied them about losing their father in an unfortunate manner.

Those who were around but couldn't do anything felt guilty.

But in that kind of situation, nobody would want to risk his or her life, as it is human instinct to want to stay out of danger.

She felt her body shiver with the thought. She was hyperventilating just remembering her father's cold corpse that was covered in blood.

Her father's death hit her harder than she was letting out. She needed to find an outlet to focus her pain on.

Sadness could be seen on her face that fateful day. Although she was grieved, her heart was filled with hate for the man who brought the downfall of her beloved father.

She turned rude, and her brother turned cold.

They were asking different questions for clarity, So her mother stepped in even though she was broken down as her children were.

She remained strong for them.

"It's not your fault Prissy. Do not feel guilty." Mrs. Lydia said with comforting words. "I am sure she will be unhappy if Bell saw you crying like this."

Mrs. Lydia's words helped her to calm down. Her loud sobs died down into sniffing and her body stopped shaking.

"I did terrible things to her Mom... s-she must hate me." She bit her lip,

"No dear. That's not true."

"She will never forgive me."

"Stop it! Don't say that, Prissy."

"But it's true Mom." her voice wavered with regrets.

"What did you do?"

"I - I destroyed the last piece of her mother's memory."