Steal My Soul

22 | ken

Ken

I twitched, jolting awake in the dead of the night, my lungs gasping for air.

I clutched my chest, trying to ease the way my hands were buzzing and trembling. I slide off my bed, slip out the door, and take the stairs two at a time. I still remember my mom's screams and the way her clear pale skin peeled off her bones as she reached for me, begging me to stop her suffering.

I shuddered, my feet hitting the coldness of the tile kitchen floor. My hands grasp the refrigerator handle, swinging it open, and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. I chugged, ferociously, until I choked, sputtering the brown liquid everywhere.

I cough, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and sliding into the floor. The phone rings and I get up slowly, picking up the cream colored phone from the wall.

"Hello," I grunted.

"Glad I'm not the only one that couldn't fall asleep tonight," Bobbi teases me through the phone.

I run my fingers through my hair. "Want to talk?" I rasped.

"Be right there," She says quickly. The phone clicked off and the line went dead.

I clambered into her car, looking straight ahead. I feel Bobbi's eyes on me.

"Where are the rest of your clothes?" She asked.

I looked down at my bare chest. All I threw on was a jean jacket and pants.

I shrugged. "I wasn't thinking,"

Bobbi sighs, pulling out of my driveway and driving through the golden gates.

"So you want to tell me what's got your nerves spiked up?" She asked as she glanced at me.

I got a sniff of her perfume. It was an explosive flower scent. She was wearing black leggings and a gray sweater.

I grinned, tugging at the sleeves. "Hey, that's my sweater," I say.

She smiles, swatting my hand away. "Yeah and so?" She says. "I like wearing it, it's warm and it smells like you,"

"Yeah?" I said, raising an eyebrow at her.

She rolls her eyes at me. "Whatever, are you going to tell me where to go or not?"

"I think I found my mom," I say, sliding a piece of paper into her lap.

She slams on the brakes and I wince as my head jerks forward. A crunching sound crinkles in my neck.

She stares at me, her eyes wide. "What?" She breathed.

"It's a long shot," I said. "There was a call at the house and I decided to pick it up, I usually leave it to the staff, but I don't know...I had a gut feeling, so I answered and this guy was asking for my mom. His name was Elias Bamford, I had never heard of him before,"

Bobbi bites her lip, her hands trembling at the wheel. "So what did he want?"

"He asked if she was still meeting him at their usual spot," I say.

Bobbi's eyes light up. "So you think she went over there?"

I shrugged. "I asked him when was the last time he saw her and she said last week,"

She furrowed her eyebrows together, sucking in a breath. "Wait, You don't even know this person. How do we know if we can trust him?"

"We can't, but if he knows anything about where my mom might be, how can I pass it up?" I pleaded.