The Boy in the Window

Chapter 2

*EDITED*

 CHAPTER 2

When we sat down at the coffee table, I noticed the mass of favourite foods from Thai Tiger, the Thai restaurant on the corner of our street, that Danny and I both liked were placed on top of it; Thai Takeaway, with hokkien noodles, prawn curry, pad Thai, red curry, fried rice, sweet and sour pork, and she had even brought our favorite ice-creams from cold rock; Danny’s with tiramisu ice-cream and malteser balls smashed in and mine, cake batter ice-cream with bits of cookie dough in it.  By the look on my brother’s face, I guess he detected it too.

“Good cop, bad cop?” I tempt him into participating in an old game we used to play to get information out of our mum.

“Ladies first,”

I roll my eyes at him just as mum comes through the door.

“Lovely weather, where having this week, don’t you think mum?” I say putting my sweet voice on.

“The weathers shit, so lets get down to business” Says Danny, playing the bad cop perfectly

“Not so hasty my dear Daniel, patience is the key”

“Shut your trap, Sarah. Mum, I’m going to be frank with you. Why the food?”

“Oh that is a perfect topic, yes mother dearest why have you graced us with such lovely food?”

We stare at her with such intensity, that she looks down. Guilty as charged, I think, we’ve got her right were we need her.

“Mum?” We both say, slightly tilting our heads to the right

“I…I.., um,” she stutters trying to think of another topic probably. She's still for a moment and then starts giggling, “ Jesus, you guys are good at that. If all else fails in life you too should join the police just for that purpose.”

“We are aren’t we.” States my brother saying smugly, while I watch mums face turn to relief thinking she had changed the topic.

“You’re evading the question,” I say in my singsong voice.

“Your right. I should get to the point.” Was that a sigh I heard, “So my boss has decided that I am good at my job and… Were moving. I’m so sorry; I know it’s the middle of the year for you guys and we just got here,” She went on and on about how sorry she was and how she would make it up to us, but we just stared at her, jaws dropped. I think we could of processed anything else if she had said it, like; boy, there are cows on the moon, I mean that would have been fine with me, I couldn’t of cared less if their were cows on the moon, but leaving home, my friends, my memories. Like I said, could not process it!

Danny broke mums rambling by saying,

“What?”

Like me Danny couldn’t process it either. Lets just say Danny is – I mean was – very popular. He was a legend among the guys from all years being the star rugby player, and among the girls he was definitely eye candy. With his brown, messy bed hair, his bright green eyes, his toned body and most importantly his playboy manner, very different from my blonde hair, blue eyes and my slight but fit figure. I guess you could say he holds an appeal but the way he goes after girls, and the fact that they let him, just disgusts me. He bags them by the week, sometimes three different chicks. And even though after he has his way with them and they’ve been dropped on their asses they seem to forget this and go running right back to him like a faithful lap dog. Yuck! Mum even knows that he does this, she’s always telling me that its just a phase and that he’ll get over it, but just to be sure mum has drilled into Danny’s head that if he ever knocks up a girl, that he should take care of her; provide her with her home if she’s in need and money so she can take care of her child. And he always replies, I would of done it even if you hadn’t told me too.

Mum hasn’t dated since John, she’s had offers but she always turns them down kindly; she still blames herself for dating dead beats. She always has this pain in her eyes, but you have to know her pretty well to see it. Otherwise she just good old, smiley Lia Smith, my mum. She loves gardens and she loves us; and we love her no matter what happens.

“I’m sorry, my darlings, I truly am,” my mother repeats, shaking her head and putting it in her hands.

“But we just moved,” says by brother half dazed then coming back to reality, ”you’re joking aren’t you –”

“No Danny I don’t think she is,”

We both looked at our mum, but she didn’t even look up. We knew she was serious. Danny’s eyes turned angry then and his whole body tensed up as he stood, and before he could say anything to hurt our mother, he ran out the front door to do god knows what, probably hit up the goon with his friends, then end up crashing at some chicks house and well, you know the rest.

“Oh god, he hates me,” says my mother, frightening me out of my stupor of saying goodbye to my friends. This was our second house since John Smith, and I’ve had experience with goodbyes before, but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. I try to hurt them before we leave so they can replace me with someone else to fill the void I left behind. It probably damages me more than them but its effective, I’ve never had anyone try call me or find me. Which is fine by me, work isn’t the only reason we have moved houses. My stepfather comes out in a little less than a year, and although we shouldn’t be worried; we still are.

“No, no mummy, he’s just upset that’s all,” I say moving over to her couch and hugging her, “you shocked us.”

She looked up at me with the same look she had given me that night not so long ago.

“You and Danny were always the strong ones in this family, you’re like the rocks,” she whispers

“Great I always wanted to be a rock.” I joke quietly.

She laughed a bit, before my lulling finally put her to sleep.

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