“It’s ok ay, I know you’re trying to have fun. Honey, I saw on the news about another case like your friend. The girl with the…you know…head lopped off. The lady on the news said the girls are linked to underground vampire clubs.” Her raspy voice, though truck stop waitress-esque, can hold a tone of concern that could make even the toughest criminal pack their bags and head out on that guilt trip.
“Mom, yeah, don’t worry about that.”
“Well, I called Mike. Just to be sure.”
“Fuck, Mom, really?”
“Fuck, Dylan, yes. He’s worried about you. And so am I. You know, you’d be much better off letting Tatum live that lifestyle alone. I know you love her, but she’s an adult and so are you. You don’t have to follow that girl anymore. Especially if she’s dragging you along to places where girls are getting beheaded. Christ, just six months ago those vampire kids were killing those girls right here in town and look where that got you.” Bags packed, ticket purchased, we’re going on a guilt trip.
“Ugh, mom, I’m fine. Please stop talking to Michael. He’s an idiot.”
“He loves you.” I might need my passport for this one.
“Jesus. Yes I know, but it doesn’t matter. His issue is not with the case, it’s with me. His brain catches on fire anytime I’m five feet away from him. Always has been, always will be a controlling asshole.”
“Worry and control are very different. If you’d think for just one second before you hauled off and did whatever the hell you wanted, maybe we wouldn’t have to be so goddamned worried!”
“Mom! Mike has absolutely no control over my life anymore and neither do you. That’s the wondrous thing about turning eighteen, freedom. And as for that idiot detective you’re so fond of, if I wanted anything to do with him, I would’ve stayed his little lap dog and not run off the second the opportunity allowed.”
“You watch how you talk to me. Do you not see the crowd you’ve begun to follow?”
I scoffed. I felt like I was in high school all over again. I glanced up the street to the gaggle of oddly dressed vampire folk I was walking behind. Or should I say, following.
I sighed, “Yeah. I gotta go.”
“Please just think before you make stupid choices. Mike and I only want you to be safe. Because we love you and couldn’t imagine life without you.”
“Mom, Mike already has a life without me. He should be fine with it by now.” The other line stayed quiet. “I love you, Mom.” I hung up without waiting to hear what else she had to say. Whatever it may have been probably would’ve just pissed me off anyway.
“Everything ok ay?” Cyrus, who’d been walking an appropriate distance ahead of me since I’d answered the phone, slowed and asked in a caring tone.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “I gotta make a call. I’ll catch up.”
The pretty man nodded and quickened his pace.
My eyes narrowed in disdain as I dialed.
“This is Mike.”
Ugh!!
“Stop talking to my mom,” I hissed.
“I didn’t realize I was.” Once a smartass, always a smartass.
“You know what I mean.”
“She called me. What’d you want me to do? Ignore the poor old girl?”
“Poor old girl? Didn’t my mom kick your ass in beer pong at my birthday party a few months ago?” True story.
“Ha, yeah.” He actually sounded a bit sheepish.
“You’ve got her worried sick!” I nearly screeched.
“The five o’clock news had her scared. They finally started reporting this story after a few of the cases came together. I calmed her down. She called me asking if I’d go with her to the airport to come get you. I let her know I’d already talked to you and filled you in. You’re an adult who can make her own decisions.” Now he was just being facetious.
“You’re right . I am an adult. I’m an adult on vacation with my friends.” The word friends sounded stupid even as I said it. The only friend I had was Tatum and even she was quickly approaching my
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