Midnight Sky

Chapter two

Joseph's P.O.V

I cannot believe this, she cannot force me to go. I am old enough to make my own decisions, and guide my own life. The day I got that stupid freaking invitation to the ball, that's all the way in Mason County that's like an hour away, my mother just started telling me "Change your plans you going to a masquerade ball" Like what the heck, I am old enough to make my own decisions. I am not going to were a tux and tie to a dance that I don't know anyone or don't want to go to.

    I was on my way to my room when she threw the question at me. Again. "Please tell me you're going to the dance."

    "No, mom. I'm not you wanna know the reason why?" she just stood there nodding her head like it's the most important thing in the world. "Because it's my life and I don't want to go to a dance that I won't know anyone or nobody will know me, so what's the point?"

    "The point is that you get out of your shell and get to know new people you've been like this since the crash! For the last time it wasn't your fault that was not wearing her seatbelt when you kept on telling her to. It was not your fault that, that drunk person hit your car you had absolutely nothing to do with it. And then you still blame yourself for her death."

    It was like the slapped me in the face. She knew how much I hated to talk about that day. How much I hated myself for what for what happened. Of course I blame myself I was driving I should've put her seatbelt on. I should've insisted. Just sit there and tell her I'm not going until she put her seatbelt on, but nope she got her way and then later that day we got in an accident. So, yes I do blame myself.

    "You should've never went to this topic. You know how to talk about it." I told her, between clinched teeth, trying to calm myself and not burst into tears.

    "Fine, but remember I tried doing this the nice way. No phone, No car, and No TV for a week. Unless you go." She told me in an angered way

    "WHAT! You can't do that!" I yelled

    "Oh yes I can." She stuck her hand out. "Give me your phone and car keys. NOW!" She was mad. Like Godzilla mad.

    "Fine I'll go to this damn dance." I could visibly see her relax.

    "Thank you, your tux and tie is on your bed." It was like she knew I was going to cave in. I was again irritated. I just stormed up the stairs to my room, and slammed my doors, threw my backpack on my bed and walked to my window opened it up and climbed out. Ever since I was eight my dad and me put a wooden bridge, which led to my tree fort, for me so when I was mad I could just walk out my window to it. When I pressed in my 4 digit code and the door unlocked I walked in. one of the nice things about having rich dad is that he'll give you anything you want, and what I wanted was a tree fort, but here's the thing the tree fort was kind of like a home. It had a kitchen and a living room, so I never went down for diner. It has its own security system and all.

    I jump on the couch and turned the TV on. I flipped through all the channels and could find nothing to watch. So I just turned it off and went to my balcony and sat down on the recliner and looked at the moon. There's just something about the moon that is so fascinating, it's like when you look up you're staring at someone or you're with someone new because they're looking at the moon. Just sitting there a marvelous thing happens, a shooting star, it was the first time in years that I've seen one and then I remember that night of the crash is the last time I saw one. I get up from my chair and walk back inside the fort, and go to the door and punch in my code to lock the door and walk across the bridge, and to my bed and doze off.

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    I woke up feeling drowsy and in desperate need of a shower, I got up and walked my in suite bathroom that I've had since I was born. As usual I took my shirt off and couldn't help from looking at the scars that were on my stomach and back, I just stared until I could finally tear my eyes away and turned the shower on.

    When I got out, I went downstairs and noticed that my mom was on the phone with somebody while cooking breakfast.

    "Yeah, I understand it's just that I need the limo tomorrow for something important." Tomorrow? What's tomorrow? Then I realized what she was talking about. The ball. She seriously is not going to make me go to it in a LIMO.

    She got something out of the cabinets while she waited for the person on the other line to talk. "Robert! I need the limo tomorrow!" mystery solved, she was talking to my dad. In that case, yes mom I will take a limo to this ball. "I don't care if she wants it, you're going to give it to me tomorrow 'because your son needs it." The she my mom is talking about is my pathetic step-mom that my dad left my mom for. My mom put the phone down and put it on speaker phone.

    "Well, what does joseph need it for anyway?" My dad said on the other line.

    "He needs it because for the first time in a year, he is finally going out somewhere and the place he is going to, is a masquerade ball, and I don't want him to use his Lamborghini" I was wounded.

    "What's so bad about my car?!" I interjected

    "Nothing it's just that, do you really want to take your sports car to a formal party?" she asked me

    "No, not really."

    "That's exactly why I'm asking your dad for the limo."

    "Dad, can I please borrow the limo and your driver?" I asked him.

    "Fine. As long as you have it back before Saturday I have to go to a movie premier, oh I forgot do both of y'all want to come?" here's the thing all though my dad cheated on my mom, they actually stayed friends after the divorce, even my step-mom is cool with the relationship although my mom and her can sometimes jump down each other throats.

    "Yeah, sure.  That would be fun." I said, while my mom nodded. "Mom said yes, it's just that she's too interested making us a new type of breakfast."

    "Okay, I got to go, talk to y'all later, love you Joseph, bye Stacie."

    "Bye" I and my mom told him.

    "You know I could've just rented one online." I told my mom once he hung up.

    "Yeah, but what's the point if he's just a call away."

    "So what are you going to ware Saturday?"

    "I don't know it's a movie premier, who knows maybe I'll just call, Rebecca." Rebecca was mom's clothes and makeup designer.

    "You do that, well after breakfast I'm going for a haircut for tomorrow, and new dress shoes, and another suit for the movie premier Saturday."

    "Look at you you're already turning into your old self again the joyful wanting to actually get ready for something." I couldn't help from smiling at my mom's happy face.

    "Okay, mom. I'm hungry and you still owe me for that offending comment about my baby boy." She laughed at that.

    "Don't get me wrong it's beautiful and attracts many girls and stuff, but to take to a formal ball that's just no. horrifying."

    "Again, the offending comments to my baby-". "Boy" she cut me off and mimicked me. I couldn't help from bursting out laughing so hard that I fell of the stool. The next thing I heard was her laughing so hard that she accidently hit the pan making it fly across the room landing on the curtains.

    "Well you're going to have to take those to the cleaners." I breathed out between laughs.

    "Add that, to your list of things to do and also buy new curtains." She said still giggling.

    "Okeydokey."

    "What did you just say?"

    "Nothing." She's going to give me crap about what I just said.

    "Did you just say okeydokey?" then she burst out laughing and fell to the floor.

    "Okay see you later, can you make the food again and this time don't make it end up on the curtains."

    I got my keys and headed to the garage were my babies are, when I turned sixteen my dad said I could get at least three cars and I did. Car number one: Lamborghini Veneto. Car number two: Audi. Car number three is actually not a car but a Lamborghini crotch rider. Today I'm using the Lamborghini Veneto, and drove off to my destinations.