Double Back - Mistwater Chronicles #1

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long; I took my first SAT on March 14th and so I've been really studying for that. I had this chapter done for a while but I was working on future chapters and also I posted two chapters of Daywalker if you wanna go check that out!!!

Other story news: Basically I have to do a LOTof editing in RA and then I can finally get to posting with Lone Dancer. But I DO have other stories I want to get to so while I'm editing a lot I plan on posting stuff for Daywalker since I really do love my idea for it and I want to write about it. 

Anyways, enjoy!

xoxo,

Morgan

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The next week I am out shopping for groceries while Amber is at home taking a nap. I figured I might as well do it – the list was hanging on the fridge, and I left her a brief note to tell her where I'd gone.

The grocery store isn't too crowded, as it's around six thirty and most people are home enjoying dinner. Grabbing a small cart, I maneuver my way through various aisles, picking up bread and milk and eggs and cheese and such. I'm deliberating between two brands of bacon when someone calls my name.

Spinning around, I see Zack standing behind me holding a basket full of deli meat. “Hey, I thought that was you.”

“Deli meat?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow. He simply smiles, and motions to my hands. “Bacon?”

“What? We're out,” I reply. “Amber's taking a nap so I figured I might as well get it done, right?”

“We're out of sandwich meat,” he replies, and then shrugs. “Plus, I wanted bacon too.”

“Right,” I say. 

Zack then points to the brand in my right hand. “Their bacon is better, by the way.”

“Thanks,” I say, and then toss it into the cart while the other package goes back with the other ones. “Well, all I need now is some cookies, and then I'll head out.”

We walk together further down the aisle, where various cookie and biscuit and cinnamon rolls are. “Ooh, I think I'll buy some biscuits, too.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he says, and then we're walking to the registers together when I see a familiar head of black waves, but her back is to me.

No. No. No. That can't be –?

“Tess?” Zack asks. “What's wrong?”

I force myself to walk closer, and then my stomach drops even further when I see it's my mother, out shopping with my father. 

I'm such an idiot. I thought it was my sister.

They're picking up some cereal, standing in the aisle, when my father looks up and sees me. He gives me a tiny wave, which I return, but then my mother looks up and sees me and her expression twists into an ugly, hostile one.

“Mom – ” Zack is standing with the cart, he'll watch it – “Mom!”

“I thought I said I didn't want to see you ever again,” she spits out at me once I'm close enough. “And now I see you in the grocery store? Are you doing this on purpose?”

“No – it was an accident – Mommy!” I clutch onto her arm, only for her to savagely yank it out of my grip. 

“Angelica,” Dad says, pleading. “Just hear her out.”