avery → h.s

part twenty three

I stare at my phone for good five seconds in horror. Because getting one missed call from your mother equals disaster, that means what's going to happen to me is catastrophe.

After processing all the things in my brain, I finally have the guts to call her back. The ring starts to erupt from the earpiece loudly. As I look around me, I realize the only car on this parking lot are mine and the other one in the corner. I assume it's Ms. Perkins' car, that car look old and rusty just like the woman itself.

It's getting late, I see everyone from their practice in school are already heading out. My phone still pressed against my ear. Much to my surprise, the call goes straight to the voicemail.

My lower lip is beginning to get swollen as I bit it harder in every seconds passed with me calling my mother and she doesn't answer. When it comes to the third call, I decided to give her a voicemail.

"Mom," I start out. "What's going on? When will you come home? You know it's over a month, even more, but you didn't give me any message in last few days. Please call me when you get this."

My mom is the kind of person who prefers texting before calling. That's why I sometimes gets bombarded by a load shit of emojis at 6 in the morning. She usually wakes me up like that after she left. And yes, I do get a lot of texts filled with her experience in Washington DC, especially when she went to the White House.

I still remember her texts.

honey. I JUST STEPPED MY FEET ON THE HOLY WHITE HOUSE. how cool is that?

and crap, I think I just saw our president pass with his bodyguard.. should I approach him or nah?! but what should I say???!?? 'hey I'm your citizen from chicago... and I have a kid...'

that'd be awkward right?!

And she ended up running from where she stood to the toilet because she freaked out to see Mr. President.

To sum it up, my mom rarely calls unless it's important. That makes my catastrophe even worse.

Subsequently I hope down into the driver seat and close the door in a loud thud. Something is wrong, and I'm going to get my mom's wrath for not answering soon.

Once my car is parked on the driveway, I quickly ran into my house. "Mom?!" I yelled.

The living room is empty. I search in the kitchen, but same thing happens. All the room is empty.

"Mom, are you home?"

I go to the upstairs but there's no signs of my mom in there. So why did she call? Until 31 calls, for God's sake. Was something bad happened?

The clock ticks behind me as I sit down in the couch. It shows that it's five in the afternoon. I run my hands into my hair in frustation. What should I do now? Calling my mom is useless, it's either her phone died or something was really happened.

Then suddenly I remember Roy. He must've know my mom's whereabouts and what's going on with her. Exactly. I was about to walk to the doorway but I stop. My body is already sweating from running earlier. After a moment of consideration I decided to take a quick shower to calm myself down.

Slipping my black jeans and a long sleeve sweatshirt into my body after showering, I walk downstairs in one quick motion. Harry says he will be back before dinner. Basically he should've be here anytime by now.

I shrugged, maybe he has a busy day at the restaurant. Grabbing an apel from the basket and tuck in my car keys, I'm finally ready to go to Roy's house.

It took me fifteen minutes until his apartment is insight. He lives in the secluded area of the city. The buildings are only a few and not a lot of people you could see at the moment.