Fire Boy

Chapter 3

I am at the door and I am debating with myself if I should go in. I have done harder things in life so this technically should be a piece of cake. My hand is trembling I am ready to click the doorbell and then the door opens as if they read my mind and just thought that they should end my dilemma. The person who came out was wearing really high heels and a short dress. She looks as if she is practically saying pedophile come and get me. I could not imagine where she would go dressed like that. She looked at me. Her eyes lashes are really thick and black covering her face. She looks at me with a scorn at the beggining but then softens a little. I felt a bit sick. A lot of girls reacted to me like this. Apparently I am kind of hot and that doesn't really help if you want to blend in and hide.

"Is this Petrucci's house?" I ask.

She looks at me up and down.

"Who are you?" she asks.

"Is this Pertrucci's house?" I ask again this time with a little less patient.

"Mom there is someone at the door." she shouts from in the house.

Then we can hear footsteps coming toward the door. I tense up then the door is opened and this women looks at me. Her eyebrows are knitted together. She has some blond hair and she has crystal blue eyes that radiated warmth and caring. I made a mental note. Just like Aunt Penelope. The women looked in her forties.

"What do you want?" she asks.

She looks at me from head to top. Then she stops on her tracks.

"Shit." I could hear her whisper.

"Mom." the girl said.

"Mom?" she reapeted.

My mother just stood there looking at me.

"Mom who the hell is he?" she asks.

"Abbie shut up." she says. She is still staring at me. She is staring has if I am a ghost. Well I do guess that she does stare at me as if I was a ghost because I am suppose to be dead.

"You know you should threat your only child better." I say.

I enter in the house. The house had this warm atmosphere that just engulfed you.

"Mom he is in our house." Abbie says.

I go to the living room and I seat on the sofa. The TV was on a cooking program and I just looked at it. The guy is cooking some kind of pie.

Abbie looks at me.

"Who are you?" she asks.

I start laughing.

Then my mother is at the doorway and she carefully walks towards me.

"Mother don't be scared if I wanted to burn down this place I would have done it a long time ago." I say.

Then I lit my fingers and this flame dances on my palm. The flame was orange and then I made it blue with concetration and a deep breath.

"See?" I say.

My mother is glancing first at me and then at the dancing flame.

"Angelo." she says slowly like she is picking her words carefully. I extinguish the flame and just sigh and close my eyes. I didn't need to loose it. When I open them again Abbie is staring at me.

"Please don't kill us." she says. Her voice is trembling and she is very still. 

This huge smile spread on my face.

" Come on little sister, why would I ever do that?" I ask.

Then I stand up and hug her. She didn't return my hug but it was okay.

"The only person I'm angry right now is my mother, She didn't even try." I say.

She is looking down at her feet.

"Mother you didn't tell me that I had a sister." I say.

She is silent. Then her silence is just making me angry.

"It was so easy for you to give me away I bet when you discovered I died you were relieved." I shout.

My hands kind of involuntarily got on fire. Abbie gasped. Then my mother exploded in tears. Her tears seemed like one of those really sad sobs. Even though I am angry at her I couldn't do it because her eyes reminded me of my Aunt. I switch of the flame on my hands and I go to my mom.

"I am sorry." I say.

I want to touch her shoulder but she moves away.

"Mom are you okay?" Abbie asked.

"I don't want to stay for long I just wanted to ask if my Aunt left anything for me. "

My mother nods.

"Please stay." she whispers. She says in between her sobs.

I look around the house. There were many medals that I wasn't really sure what it was about and there was lots of pictures about Abbie. Not a single picture of me.

"Did you win all of them?" I ask.

Abbie nods.

"Mom and Dad must be proud of you." I say.

She doesn't respond. Then my mother stands up and looks at me. I am a bit taller than her so she must look up a bit to look at me in th eyes.

"Angelo I want you to stay." she says.

I shrug.

"After all this years, just now you want me?" I ask.

Her eyes had the consistent look of determination on them which did not even flinch at my comment.

 I smile.

"Fine." I say.

Abbie stares at me.

"Abbie you can go to your party if you want." my mother tells Abbie.

"Do you allow your daughter to go out like this?" I ask.

My mother ignores me.

"I don't feel like going to the party." she says.

I shrug. I bet it will be interesting how it will all end out.