Trees of Death

A Stanger Knows My Mother

We get into my small black car. I take my seat in the passengers seat as Ethan gets into the drivers seat.

"How do you know my mother," I ask him again but more demanding.

He looks me in the eye and says, "It's a long story, Andrea. I'll tell you on the way to our hideout. Just hand over the keys." His right hand extends. I sigh, giving up, and give him the keys. The car's engine roars to life. It's pretty cold outside so we wait for the car to warm up. That gave Ethan enough time to tell me about the Trees of Death Alliance and explain to me that my mother is a Death Hunter.

"That can't be true. Are you lying," I ask, confused by his words.

"Andrea, just trust me," He says as he pushes on the gas pedal and begins going to the 'hideout'.

"Trust you? How can I trust a stranger," I say getting angry, "I don't even trust you driving my car right now." He, then, looks at me. The look on his face says, "Andrea, I'm not lyin' to you. I completely understand that you don't trust me but trust me. Just trust me. I'm tellin' the truth." He turns his head back to the road ahead of us.

"Alright. But if you aren't telling the truth, I'm going to be very angry with you," I say, calming down a bit. I still liked this guy.

"Thank you, Andrea. You are just like your mother. Stubborn but can be convinced," He says, eyes on the road still.

"How do you know my mother so well," I asked him.

"My father trained with her. He fell in love with her. Except, she didn't love him back. She hated him. He was her competition most of the time. So, she, knowin' she was goin' against laws, fell in love with some ordinary, normal human," He says.

"My old man, Brian Jacobs. I can't see their love chemistry at all these days," I say, laughing at my dad.

He looks at me, confused, and asks, "Why would you say somthin' like that about your father?"

"Oh. He fights with my Mom all the time these days. I can't see why she bent some laws for him," I say, laughing under my breath a bit.

"I don't know. Maybe, just maybe, my dad and your mom were truly meant to be and your mom was just too stubborn to know it," He says.

Silence fills the car until we get to the hideout. Maybe his dad and my mom were meant to be. Maybe. Just maybe.