Riot

Chapter 25

November 28, 2016 12:53 am

I took one step off the bullet train onto the concrete platform and closed the door behind me, the moon was high in the sky and it gave enough light to see. I quickly walk over to the woods and hid behind a few bushes as the train conductor got out as greeted the security officer, who was doing a bad job. I watched them for a few more minutes as I adjusted the strap of my bag and finally left. I walked behind stores and in alleys, using the fire escape if they had one, climbing onto the roof. but I made it to my mom's house, well at least the house she was at when I moved into my own house. I walked to the back door and took the key from under the outside lamp, unlocking the back door and taking a deep breath I walked into my mom's home.

"That's breaking and entering, I could call the police on you." A women's voice echo's in the darkness

"Not unless I used the key." I reply as the lights turned on and my mom was aiming a gun at me, she lowered it once she saw me.

"Oh, my little girl has grown up."

"Yeah, I have, I guess." I say as I awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck as I watched her open her arms for a hug, I hugged her as she ran her hand through my hair.

" So what are you doing here?" My mom asked as she lead me to the kitchen and started to make a pot of coffee.

"Well, I didn't know if you were alive or not." I say as she glanced at me and returned to making the coffee.

"I am alive, why would I be dead? I'm to amazing to be dead." she laughs a little as she tucked her brown hair behind her ear and gestured for me to sit down. "Well, that's what Jake would say." she adds, I sat down and watched her bring over the two cups off coffee before mentioning Jake.

"Mom, Jake is dead." I say, watching her turn around with the sugar and cream containers in her arms, she set them down on the table before sitting down herself.

"Oh, honey..." she sighs, making me notice how much she aged in the past eleven months. " how do you know he died?" I tell her about the alley, whipping and the shot to the head, each time I paused to take a deep breath and sniffle. she would nod, encouraging me to go on, when I finished she told me to take a drink of my coffee, which I did gratefully, before she said:

"So, when they brought him into the alley, you said he had a black bag over his head?" I nod. " You never saw his face?" once again, I nodded as I took a sip of my coffee. " Did they take off his shirt before they whipped him? or was his shirt on as they whipped him?" I scrunch my nose as I reply.

" His shirt was on..." I trail off as she tapped her fingers on the table.

"They usually take peoples shirt off before they whip." she said, catching me studying her. " I'm not whipped, its... people I know who are getting whipped." she says making me nod gently. "but, based on the things that you told me, I believe Jake is not dead."

"Mom." I sigh " Why...-" I didn't finish my sentence when a knock sounded at her door, she glanced at me and back to the door with a sigh.

" Go, just keep in mind that Jake might be alive." why cant she just understand that he's dead? I nod anyways and quickly hug her, i walked to the back door and opened it, walking into the night, before I left I spray painted something on my moms house.

August 13, 2017 4:27 pm

After a whole year of going up and down the west coast and spray painting, I went back to the safe house in Ohio, when I was about to enter the abandon house a voice caught me off guard

"Maya!" I heard cry yell and jogging foot steps. I turned around to see the masked man running up to me with a bag , once he reached me he was panting and when he caught his breath he said:

"I have something important to tell you." he breathes out, I eyed him carefully before I shifted my eyes to his bag.

"What is it?" I finally ask. he looks at me and i can just feel the sadness radiating off of him.

"Everyone is caught, except us Maya..." cry says and sounds like he's about to cry, 'what?' i thought as I stared into the distance and heard sirens. ' this cant be happening'.. I glance at cry and see the masked man staring straight ahead.

" I have a idea." I say and face him.

" Which is...?" he whispers in a hoarse voice. ' It might sound a little crazy.' I thought, ' But it might work.'

" Return me in."