Saving Grace

It Was You

Chapter Twenty Seven

Cali

You know that feeling when your leg falls asleep? How it's all numb and tingly and nothing seems to hurt it? And how you can't do anything, but let it pass?

That was what my whole body felt like.

I honestly felt that if I stopped trying to keep my eyes open, I would die. Right here on my bed.

I'm surprised I haven't had a mental breakdown or heart attack from the amount of fear that is inside me. Like I told Jay, I can not be weak again. If I do, I will just spiral out of control. When I'm broken, no one can help. No one ever has and I'm sure no one would be able to.

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling trying to piece together why she was here. How could she have found me? It didn't make any sense. I had my phone in my hand and kept checking the time. The boys need to come back soon or else I would wind up having a stroke or something.

I have never been so scared in my entire life. The first look I got of my mom in more then a year, didn't help. She was smiling her huge, fake smile and looking around the farm like it was the prettiest thing she had ever seen. But I knew she had the power to make me go back. She had tons of stuff on me that she threatened against me several times into getting what she wanted from me. She would threaten me with information all the time when I was younger and that piece of evil wouldn't think twice about using it against me now to bring me home.

And I knew why she would want me to come home. She would dress me up all nice and make me look pretty and parade me around the town to show that her perfect little daughter was back. My moms image would be returned to what it was and life would be great again. Yeah, not.

I would rather marry Johnston then go home. And if anyone knows Johnston, that would be like the ultimate sacrifice of your sanity. Even his own parents knew how annoying and creepy he is.

Wait, why am I even thinking about him?!

The line went dead on the other end, so Preston must have hung up. He called me about a minute ago and I soon figured out it was to let me hear what was going on. All I heard was silence so I knew Mark must have been having a stare down with one or both of them. Mark was the biggest coward ever and thought he could get out of a fight by winning a staring contest. It never worked and he almost always wound up with a black eye. Asshole.

I laid in silence for another minute before he called back. I picked up and put it on speaker phone. The first person I heard was my mom.

"What? How dare you. Tell me where she went." She sounded beyond pissed. That was never good. When she was angry, she could easily take down a full grown man. The men in our town knew to never cross Sheila Olsen.

"No. Because I know deep down you don't care." Jay? He sounded just as angry and if I could have felt emotion at that time, I probably would have felt happy he was defending me.

"I do care. And how do I know you didn't murder her or anything? Tell me what you did to her."

Was she serious? She accused them of murdering me? She was never the brightest person in the world.

"I know you don't care. You wouldn't care if she died or you never saw her again." That was Preston. I would have felt so loved the way they were sticking up for me. But I just wished they didn't have to and that my mom never showed up here.

"I would so to care!" She screamed. She was only getting angrier.

"Really? No you wouldn't. You didn't care about Dom."