Men of Force

chapter 22

After stepping out of the hell hole of a place called hotel, i took the nearest cab and got myself out of there.

During the ride to home i just closed my eyes to exhaustion, leaned back in my seat after taking a look out behind my shoulder, and tried not to let my mind too far and get pressured in today's event.

In the spam of 15 minutes, i reached my home. I payed the driver and walked towards my house. I didn't turned my head to my neighborhood house, i didn't want to get those horrible memories now.

I knocked the door and waited for my mom, she took her time and screamed 'coming' multiple times before finally opening the door.

She had a huge grin on her face and i know what she's looking forward to. But i quickly dismiss her telling I'll tell her about it tomorrow cause I'm too tired.

She hesitantly nods her head. "Okay then, let's have dinner" she said. Turning around the kitchen and setting the table.

I walk more towards her, "No mom, i-- i have already eaten" i say while fidgeting and look down.

She stops her movement and chuckles, "oh how fool of me, you'd probably had fancy dinner with them" she grins and shakes her head and then proceeds to get only one plate to serve herself.

I nod my head and turn to walk upstairs before she turns around and ask anymore questions about them.

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I hit my annoying buzzing alarm for the fiveth time and groan. It takes too much energy to open my eyes and when I finally do after some moments, i sit up in bed.

I hadn't slept a wink last night. All my mind was doing was blowing all the memories of last night constantly to the point i started to get a headache.

I took painkiller and let sleep consume me and after a little relief from the pain, i finally slept at four thirty in the morning.

Getting out of bed and making my bed was a huge task. Heading straight to the bathroom and took a toothbrush to brush my teeth and shower. After that i took out normal oversized t-shirt that i bought it from the thrift shop and put on a light washed jeans.

Heading downstairs to get my breakfast which at this time that i woke up, that is one pm, should have lunch.

I know that I'm alone today, because mom went to work. She gets out of the home at six am but her shift usually starts at seven am, but due to traffic and as punctual as moms can be, she gets there beforehand.

Today, i expect the normal. You know, having breakfast while scrolling through my phone, listening to music while i do some chores, studying and lunch and maybe do something for pass time. The usual routine.

But today it's different. I hear my mom's voice across the room. I slowly step downstairs with a frown on my face. Its weekday so how's mom here at home and not to her job?

"Mom?" I whisper out. I watch her sitting on the couch and she flinches as she heads my voice and do something with her hand quickly as i continue to walk towards the couch.

"Mom, are you having a day off?" I ask her. I run my eyes quickly to inspect her face. It's very puffy despite it's already noon. Her eyes are swollen, her under eyeline are red, so it means nothing but one thing; she's had been crying.

"What happened, are you crying?" I ask her. She shakes her head and she fakes a smile and looks down. I sit beside her and make her look at me.

"What happened?" I ask her for the second time, at this rate if she won't tell me then i don't know what I'll do.