A Job Well Done

Chapter One

January 1, 2018

*knock knock*

Damn who's at my door this early? I look at the clock to confirm to myself that it is indeed way too early to be having guests and to even want to be a guest. Who wakes up this early and says "I want to visit this person" AT 5 IN THE MORNING?

"Come on Brendon, open the door!"

Wait... Is that... is that my Mom? I look through the peephole again confirming my inner thoughts. Well shit she's the absolute last person i wanted to see EVER. Time to put on the shower of a lifetime. I hope.

"Uh, excuse me? Who are you and why are you at my house at five in the morning?"

How did she even find me? I've been "missing" since i was sixteen and I've worked hard to keep it that way. Last I heard they had me declared "Dead".

Next thing I know she's shoving the door open and wrapping her arms around me. in What I assume is a hug? Ew.

"Oh Brendon , I just knew you weren't dead!"

Fuck, my covers blown maybe i can fix this, if i can't I'll have to abandon everything and move AGAIN. Great. Thanks Margo.

"My name isn't Brendon. It's Axel and I have no idea who you are or who this Brendon guy is"

I have to make her believe that I'm someone else entirely to at least try and salvage what I have here in Texas. I have accepted it's most likely a lost cause but a guy has to try right?

"What are you talking about? Don't try to lie to me boy! A mother knows her own children!"

Does she know her own children? What a lying whore. Breathe Axel, Don't blow your cover if you can help it.

"Ma'am there is no Brendon here. I don't even know Brendon!"

As I continued to look her over I took the time to appreciate how run down and ragged she looked. I guess "losing" two kids can do that to a person assuming that they actually gave a damn about them.

"NO! YOU LOOK JUST LIKE MY SON!"

And now she's yelling at me in my house? Why the fuck won't she give up? This would go easier if you accept defeat, you old bag.

"No miss my mother is dead"

PLEASE ACCEPT DEFEAT

"Look! Let me show you these pictures, Please!"

Before I could stop it a sigh of irritation left my lips as I walked with her into my living room. After she sat down I watched her dig into her purse to pull out multiple pictures of a green eyed brown haired boy standing with a group of kids that I recognized as myself and my siblings.

"I suppose we look similar but we aren't the same person"

"That's impossible! You have the same birthmark!"

I froze almost immediately at the mention of the birthmark located on the bottom left of my stomach. I forgot to put a shirt on completely leaving the one identifying mark exposed to the world.

"Would you like some coffee?"

I watched as her eyes lit up and a new round of tears started. I have no choice to come clean now because there is absolutely no way I can write off this "birthmark"

"Oh sweetie, I would love some!"

" Alright mom, You get comfy and I'll go get us some"

I made sure she was seated before I turned around and made a beeline for my kitchen. Thankfully the kitchen is separated by the dining room with a closing door so I have a little bit of time to work out a plan.