the ladder. It was pitch dark, and I couldn’t see a thing in front of me. A couple of seconds later the light went on. I jumped because I hadn’t even heard my mom walking past me. How the hell had she become so quiet? Who was she?
“Mom, you’re scaring me. What are we doing up in the attic.”
“You’ll see. Trust me.”
I nodded. Even though I had no idea about this side of my mother. One thing I knew was that I could trust her, she was my mom, even though she resembled a modern day Sarah Connor.
“Mom, is it true what they said, about my father? Does this have anything to do with him?”
“Yes, and no,” Mom spoke fast and soft as she opened the lid of an old black chest.
My eyes grew as she took out a bow similar to the one Leigh had carried with him last night, just very modern. I found myself at once in front of the chest. “Where did you get this?” I touched the bow softly. It was missing the string.
“It was your father’s,” she said as she took out a couple of other items. An old green coin bag with golden symbols on them.
A knife with a black hilt and a whip that was looped up. She added it to a sheath she was carrying around her waist and hid it with her leather jacket.
I just stared at her. I couldn’t believe that was my mother.
“Don’t look at me like that. I had to do what I had to do. Giving you a normal life, meant letting go of mine.” She touched my cheek softly. “I’m still your mother.”
“Yes, a mother who has a kickass side to her,” I said.
She laughed softly. “That’s my girl.”
“So I take it we’re not leaving with Beavis and Butthead?”
“No.”
“Mom, how do you expect to get past them? Unless you know Kung Fu or something.”
“We are not going past them.” My mother had a glint in her eye, something I’d rarely seen when she played with me as a child. She smiled and took three small oval devices out of the chest. They were a soft grey with a mushy gel substance in the middle.
“What’s that?”
She pulled out a side lever of the chest and ten guns lay in their matching sockets.
I gasped softly. I only saw Tim’s gun once, but it wasn’t as beautiful as these. Mom took all of them out and placed it into a big black bag. There weren’t any bullets but something told me that she didn’t need any bullets. Her golden dust would make them appear out of nowhere.
“Vinique,” one of the guys from the SUV, called and Mom’s head shot to the entrance of the attic. I pictured them finding the other mom, sitting frozen on my bed. I didn’t know if she was still in a trance or not but when she started to yell at them and I heard Duke’s voice cussing, followed by hollow sounds of footsteps, I knew that they bought whatever fake-mom said to them.
“We’ve got to go. Now.”
I followed my mother’s gaze to the door that led to the attic. “How the hell—”
A buzzing noise came from the wall of the attic and my head shot back. My mother stood right in front of it.
It was the same light from yesterday, the one Leigh told me to go to if I wanted to get back to my world. The light formed a vortex. I couldn’t stop looking at it. It was so beautiful.
It got bigger and bigger. My mother reached out her hand to me. “Trust me.”
I hesitated for a few short seconds and then took my mother’s hand and nodded.
She smiled.
The following words that left her mouth didn’t make any sense. The only thing I got was the word Montana before she jumped into the vortex with my hand firmly inside of hers, and the last thing I remembered was a huge bright flash.
EVERYTHING SPUN FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF
seconds, my body, my head, even my stomach. When I felt like barfing, I landed with a thud on hard surface with my face in the dirt.
I spat out a few leaves, ground and twigs out of my mouth. My chin ached and when I touched it, my fingers were covered blood, but not so much that I needed a transfusion.
My stomach was still
“Mom, you’re scaring me. What are we doing up in the attic.”
“You’ll see. Trust me.”
I nodded. Even though I had no idea about this side of my mother. One thing I knew was that I could trust her, she was my mom, even though she resembled a modern day Sarah Connor.
“Mom, is it true what they said, about my father? Does this have anything to do with him?”
“Yes, and no,” Mom spoke fast and soft as she opened the lid of an old black chest.
My eyes grew as she took out a bow similar to the one Leigh had carried with him last night, just very modern. I found myself at once in front of the chest. “Where did you get this?” I touched the bow softly. It was missing the string.
“It was your father’s,” she said as she took out a couple of other items. An old green coin bag with golden symbols on them.
A knife with a black hilt and a whip that was looped up. She added it to a sheath she was carrying around her waist and hid it with her leather jacket.
I just stared at her. I couldn’t believe that was my mother.
“Don’t look at me like that. I had to do what I had to do. Giving you a normal life, meant letting go of mine.” She touched my cheek softly. “I’m still your mother.”
“Yes, a mother who has a kickass side to her,” I said.
She laughed softly. “That’s my girl.”
“So I take it we’re not leaving with Beavis and Butthead?”
“No.”
“Mom, how do you expect to get past them? Unless you know Kung Fu or something.”
“We are not going past them.” My mother had a glint in her eye, something I’d rarely seen when she played with me as a child. She smiled and took three small oval devices out of the chest. They were a soft grey with a mushy gel substance in the middle.
“What’s that?”
She pulled out a side lever of the chest and ten guns lay in their matching sockets.
I gasped softly. I only saw Tim’s gun once, but it wasn’t as beautiful as these. Mom took all of them out and placed it into a big black bag. There weren’t any bullets but something told me that she didn’t need any bullets. Her golden dust would make them appear out of nowhere.
“Vinique,” one of the guys from the SUV, called and Mom’s head shot to the entrance of the attic. I pictured them finding the other mom, sitting frozen on my bed. I didn’t know if she was still in a trance or not but when she started to yell at them and I heard Duke’s voice cussing, followed by hollow sounds of footsteps, I knew that they bought whatever fake-mom said to them.
“We’ve got to go. Now.”
I followed my mother’s gaze to the door that led to the attic. “How the hell—”
A buzzing noise came from the wall of the attic and my head shot back. My mother stood right in front of it.
It was the same light from yesterday, the one Leigh told me to go to if I wanted to get back to my world. The light formed a vortex. I couldn’t stop looking at it. It was so beautiful.
It got bigger and bigger. My mother reached out her hand to me. “Trust me.”
I hesitated for a few short seconds and then took my mother’s hand and nodded.
She smiled.
The following words that left her mouth didn’t make any sense. The only thing I got was the word Montana before she jumped into the vortex with my hand firmly inside of hers, and the last thing I remembered was a huge bright flash.
EVERYTHING SPUN FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF
seconds, my body, my head, even my stomach. When I felt like barfing, I landed with a thud on hard surface with my face in the dirt.
I spat out a few leaves, ground and twigs out of my mouth. My chin ached and when I touched it, my fingers were covered blood, but not so much that I needed a transfusion.
My stomach was still
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