Jailbird

~Part 2: Chapter 27~

Sienna

Although things were hectic with my life, I'd finally found some kind of a balance.

What with returning back to work, adjusting my life around a newborn and not having any type of relationship with my mother — I seemed to still have slipped into a state of complete balance.

It had been six months since I was put out officially and on the day of moving out, my mother never even made an appearance.

She'd stayed out all day long, not even mature enough to at least wish me well on my own.

To say the least, everyone was píssed.

Johnathan, David and even Elizabeth had all come together and helped me in some way during the chaos.

Johnathan helped the most with finding an apartment that I could eventually take over with rent payments once my feet got back on the ground.

And so far, they hadn't completely.

The first few weeks living alone, I did nothing but cry.

Nathan had adjusted so well, but I struggled and I wasn't ashamed to admit that it was scary being forced to leave home and be alone.

Although David and Johnathan often kept me company, it still saddened me to realize I couldn't return home to visit.

My mother didn't want to know my son and that was that. I couldn't force her to have a relationship with him and if I ever tried to make that happen, Zedlin would get me.

He claimed it was better with her out of the picture and I believed that but, I also had a little spark of hope deep down inside of me that my mother really couldn't be that upset to disown me and her first and only grandchild.

But if I really took a step back and looked at it from a different perspective, it had a lot to do with her dislike of whom I decided to create a life with — Zedlin.

Everything always tied back to Zedlin.

My mother had always had some type of a grudge against him. Not sure if it was his bad boy persona that he often hid behind, but it was also clear that she'd never taken the time to get to know Zedlin Hayes.

And she didn't want to.

David would often come over to spend time with Nate. My heart hurt for David because he was being torn into two pieces.

What with his wife loathing his son and now his only grandchild, he tried to stay neutral but it had proven to cause a lot of conflict.

The first month of me moving out, she had kept David busy with chores and projects around the house. Turning my bedroom into a movie room and other pointless things that took up David's free time, causing him to spend less time with Nathan and me.

I had never known such evilness.

What she did often seemed harmless, but as Zedlin often called it, she was a snake in the grass. Moving in silently and striking without much warning.

And he told me, "Stay the fùck away from her."

But it was easy — she avoided us like the plague.

After my first month of postpartum and overall depression, I'd put my energy into work and into being the best mother I could be. And it wasn't always easy.

Work was strange.

Zedlin was anxious.

Nathan was confusing.

And I was... lost, confused and often lonely.

I couldn't tell Zedlin enough how much I missed him and I often submerged myself in work and Nathan to distract me from the issues within.