Rulers Of The Streets

Chapter 2

07/08/2021

Jasper

"Jasper! Baby, wake up!"

There is a tapping-, ugh... knocking sound on my door.

I groan in response. I peek from under my blanket and see, it's still dark.

Why is she waking me up this early?

I then look at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It says 3:43 am.

What the-

"Son, wake up. We're gonna be late for the airport!"
My mom cuts into my thoughts with another, a bit louder than before, bang on my door.

Again I groan in response.

Airport?
Late?
What is she talking ab-

OH!

Then the realization hits me.

I have to go to the airport.

Damn!

No one messes with my sleep. Everyone knows how much I love my 7 hour sleep. It's a must. No one but only she has the guts to do it.

Otherwise, who books the flight at this early hour?!

I don't understand why can't mom go alone to the airport. But no, that's what she wants.

She intentionally boarded the flights late so that it departs early in the morning and I can't go to the airport. She knows I wouldn't mess with my sleep. But I need to prove her wrong.

"I'm awake, mom!"
I call out to mom, unwrapping myself from my dear, loving blanket.

"Get ready fast. We have to reach airport soon."
With that her knocking stops and sounds of her descending the stairs can be heard now. Even though she's trying to tip-toeing, not making any sound, so that my father and little brother doesn't wake up, I can hear it. Well, the whole house and neighborhood is totally silent and sound asleep at this hour, so of course.
Who the hell wakes up this early anyway!

You and your mom. My subconscious says.

Well, shut up.

I yawn and drag my sleepy self to the washroom.

I come out freshening up and look through my wardrobe for some decent wear. I grab some dark jeans and a navy blue T-shirt with a black hoodie. It's cold outside, so I better be ready for it.

I change my clothes and get downstairs making my way to the kitchen. My mom is eating her breakfast, and there is an another plate with breakfast across from her on the table waiting for me.

I go and sit on the chair and silently eat my breakfast. I can feel my mom's eyes on me. I know she's trying to figure out my emotions with facial expressions. But it's not easy, as even I don't know what I am feeling right now.

A lot of things are going on in my mind, but I just flip them off, not wanting to confuse myself anymore.

I drink my juice and look up at my mom, calling her out on her staring.

"What, mom?"

At first she acts unknown and I raise my eyebrows at her behavior. She composes herself and then speaks up.
"Well you know what it is. I want to know what's going on in your mind."
She replies, shrugging.

I knew it. But I'm not gonna tell her because..., well, I really don't have anything to say. All of this, that is happening, is too much for my mind to take. And nothing is going to solve until I meet her.