To Kill A Witch

III

III

Saturday, September 19
{109 days}
Callan McQueen

His bags were packed in the trunk of his yellow 1994 mustang. His backseat was full with black garbage bags, all filled with his clothes. The last couple of boxes that had all of his college supplies were strapped to the top of his car with red bungee cords. He was proud to have it all accomplished by five-thirty, his goal was to leave by seven-fifteen.

Callan was ready to pursue his way to the top. Of course that was impossible unless his mother would stop finding reasons for him to wait another week to go to school.

"Cal, all I'm saying is that you just need to be careful. There is one too many maniacs out there," she paced her steps to match his as they both walked to his car.

Callan felt kind of lonely to be only waved goodbye by his mother. It was so much different to only live with his mother, it was hard to have to take care of someone other than himself. He was obligated to, ever since his father was murdered that's what he feels required to do. Protect the only family he has left.

Two years ago his father was caught hostage in a bank robbery. The police had told him and his mother that his dad was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time. He had gone to the bank that day only to cash his pay check, this was before you had an option to either be paid in checks or have a company bank card. Never the less he was the first to be pulled down by one the robbers. A pistol shoved at his temple. The other was a seven year old little boy, who like his father was also murdered. When the SWAT team rendered into the situation the masked men opened fire. They had killed five other people before one was taken out. The other escaped with what was reported as a shot to the leg.

To this day the man who goes by the name of Hank Rivers runs free, and he was the one killed Callans father.

"Mom I'm telling you I will be fine it's not that long of a drive. And I've already asked if you wanted to escape this quiet town with me." Callan spread a mile wide smile that relaxed his mothers nerves.

"Oh Cal, I'm going to miss you so much!" tears trickled down her cheeks and dropped to the ground. Callan stopped when his feet met the curb, he turned around and took the last look he would have of his mother until January.

"I'm going to miss you too mom." Callan bent down and hugged his mother tightly he breathed in her sandalwood fragrance. She kissed his cheek before he stood up straight.

"Bye honey. Don't forget to call me at every stop you make." Callan laughed and nodded. He knew she wasn't joking because of her harmlessly innocent stare.

"Alright mom, but I don't want you waiting up all night for my arrival call."

"You know me better than that! I'll be up all night just worrying." She grinned her motherly grin and swayed her hands in the air signaling him to get going.

Callan rounded the car and opened the drivers side door. He hopped in one leg at a time. He churned the ignition twice before it caught spark. The car wasn't bad for costing him only three thousand dollars.
Callan placed his palms on the steering wheel, he looked over for the very last time his mother blew kisses as he pulled the car out. He rolled down the passenger window and leaned over.

"Hey mom, make sure you set the house alarm anytime your home. Okay?" she nodded still smiling.

"I love you mom."

"I love you too Callan." she responded back. He rolled the window back up and drove into the suburban traffic. Meaning there was no traffic. He looked up into his rear view mirror and saw his mother putting all her energy into her ecstatic wave. He smiled as he slipped his sunglasses onto his nose. It was seven o'clock in the morning and the sun was finally starting to seep from behind the trees.