Sons Of Anarchy.We All Fall Down . .

11. Call the Po-Po

Authors note: Unedited

I showered, shaved, got dressed, cleaned my room, washed the dishes, did my nails, and left a note for my mom in that thirty minutes. I made sure I had extra deodorant on and had my jacket off the whole entire time. Now all that was left was waiting patiently. It was only 3:48 so Alex had leeway. Plus, he did say four-ish so it could be 4:30 or 4:50, I don't know. But what I do know is that, I am excited. Instead of butterflies in my stomach its like someones punching a punching bag. It wasn't the sick-y feeling. It was the 'so excited I might throw up' feeling.

There was nothing on TV, so it was pointless flicking through the same stations over and over again. So I turned it off and and sat back on the couch. Why was it when you look for things on TV nothing is ever on? But when you don't look for things, you find something that you really like? I never got it.

Every time I heard a car door, I wounded up at front window and looking through it. I stopped doing that ten minutes ago and wondered aimlessly around the house, twirling around in small spots. I wound up in my moms room on her bed, playing a game on my phone called, Catch the Candy. 

"Come on you squish ball! Reach! HAHA! Gotcha!" All levels were completed and here I was just laying down and slowly falling asleep. It wasn't helping when my moms bed was more comfier than my own. It was like sleeping on a bunch of clouds. Fluffy, white clouds. No wonder why she slept most of the time.

What does four-ish mean exactly? Does it mean 4:05 or does it mean 4:50? Guys times and girls times are two totally different things. For a girl, catch you later, means i'll talk to you later. A guys 'catch you later' sometimes means, if I see you and I have free time I'll talk to you. 

 Right? I thought to myself. I'm talking to myself inside my head. I have officially gone crazy for a certain cereal. All aboard the crazy train!

I looked to my left and saw a picture of my mom and I on her nightstand. Her hair was pulled back and smiling at the picture with me in her arms. I was maybe seven, my long hair was over my moms arms that were wrapped around me and I was laughing. Josh must have taken that picture. The only thing he was good for. He was a dick above all, but he was a good photographer.

I don't even remember that being taken, and I remember a lot. While I was growing up, Mom took a lot of pictures of me, along with a bunch of videos. My birthday parties, Christmas, Fourth of the July picnics, Easter, and Thanksgiving, were the worst. I always teased her that every little movement I made she'd take a picture. Frame by frame. When I was a kid, maybe twelve, I didn't know whether to be annoyed by her, or happy she was taking so many pictures. But now, now I'm happy that she did. My dad, who I was still kind of grumpy with, would see what he missed.

My thoughts were kind of conflicted through out my time here in Charming. It was confusing. Did I blame my mom, who took me away from my family here? Or did I blame my father, who never tried to contact my mother and I? What made my mom leave so quickly? Was it something my dad did? Did they break up and my mom didn't know that she was pregnant?

I asked mom so many times about why she left and she either changed the subject or said, 'It was a long time ago'. Why was it so secretive? Secrets get people hurt and I hated them so much. Secrets got people in trouble or killed. They made you lie to your family and friends, and I was just sick of them. One way or another. I wanted to find about my family. No, I needed to find information about it.