The Chances Are Slender (Book 1)

A Visit To Michael's

I am two days late. I know. But something came up so I apologize xD. Here's an update written with love and frustration. Enjoy :)
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It was Day 3 since my return home. You may be wondering how that was possible? Well, to say my mother was fond of celebrating my return would be to say the least. She was obsessed.

That night, after I had done the interview with the police, my mother had insisted that I unpack the suitcase, even though I knew it wouldn't make any sense. At the end of the week, on Day 7, I'd depart from my family forever.

But she didn't know that.

I had unpacked the suitcase with a heavy heart, all my emotions spiraling inside me and out of control. In frustration, I had thrown a vase against the wall. The sound of glass shattering had brought my mother and brother to the room.

Instead of being angry, she had acknowledged how "traumatized" I must feel, and helped me clean up the mess. After that, I went to bed, using the sleepless 8 hours to reflect on my life and my current situation.

On Day 2, my mother had brought us out to numerous places. First to the mall, then to lunch, then to the movies, then to a fancy restaurant on an intersection with prices that could make a billionaire cringe.

Not once had I thought she was overdoing it. And if Kyle thought so, he hadn't voiced his opinion. I knew that after the week was over I'd never see them again. And Mom and Kyle thought that some extra time together would cheer me up.

We had returned late that night and Kyle and I went straight to bed.

"Aren't you going too?" I had asked her, as she sat on the couch, her raven black hair framing her face.

"No. Not yet... I have a bit of... reading to do." She had said.

I was suspicious to say the least. My newfound knowledge of who my mother really was and the way she hesitated sent my mind into chaos.

However, I had ascended the stairs wordlessly, without so much as a goodnight.
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Since it was Day 3, I knew I was running out of time. I had to find the pendant, and fast. But the problem was I hadn't gotten a chance to go near my mothers room since I came back.

It has to be in there, I thought, staring at the door to my mother's room. I desperately wanted to go in there and search it thoroughly, but she was in there almost all the time it seemed.

How was I going to do this?

I turned away from the door and walked down the hall and down the stairs. I went into the kitchen, and was surprised to find that breakfast was already made and sitting on the table, but I had lost my appetite since the night I was told what was to become of me.

I picked at the food for a while before I realized I wasn't getting anywhere with it. I threw the remaining eggs and bacon into the trash can and put the plate in the sink.

I'd need to get my mom out of her room somehow.

Much to my delight, the answer to my prayer came later that morning, in the form of an emergency at the hospital.

"But I'm on leave, Martha!" My mother complained, and I could hear the person on the other end of the line complaining about a shortage of doctors.

"Ugh, fine. I'll be there in 20 minutes." My mother finally consented.

I was sitting on the sofa watching television, trying to hide my grin. After my mother had grabbed her coat and her things, she left the house reluctantly, after telling us not to open the door for anyone, and to keep all the doors and windows shut.