Finding Copeland

Chapter 3.

The boy cried in the bathroom for over an hour. He soon faded back into his bed, still, but awake at the same time. He just stared up at the ceiling and stared. What was going through this boy's head? I couldn't imagine. The door creeks open a little bit more but the woman stood behind it. She walked over to the boy, she had streaks of tears also. She laid down next to the boy and strokes his fine hair, and yet he just let her. My eyebrows furrowed. What was up with this kid? Wasn't he mad at her? The woman wrapped him up in her arms and kissed the top of his head.

The boy put his hand on his mom's shoulders and gently pushed her away. He got up from the bed be left his mother dumbfounded. He walked over to me and stopped. I swear he looked into my eyes, and I into his. The boy looked down, and kept going.  I got this strange feeling I knew this boy. Or maybe I should know who he is at least.

I looked over to my right and saw the woman sobbing into her hands. She cried out loud but her son didn't come back.

Part of me wanted to say she didn't deserve this boy but the other part of me doesn't even know what happened or what caused this. Was this a one time thing?

"You ungrateful child" I hesitated before turning around. There was a black aura and the woman was now behind me. She was just on the bed a second ago wasn't she? The woman laughed and flipped away her brown hair that was in front of her face. Everything was gone and all was black. I turned back to the woman "How come you never tell me you love me? Do you not love me, dear?" A taste of anger was hid behind the strange apparel of sadness she was trying to portray. "Was I not enough for you!" She screamed, "You're going to leave me just like that man did. Of course you will" She laughed sheepishly "But, Nadia. I'll be back he said. Oh Nadia how I love you so" She mimicked a man's voice and executed it poorly.

I stood back as the woman was clearly delirious. "You look exactly like him you know? Those blue eyes and black hair, you might even be more him than me! Are you going to leave me, your own mother!" She screamed and grabbed her head, scratching at the scalp. I found my hand had been shaking and I was at loss for breathe. She had stopped when I looked back up, she started towards me raising her hand. She brought it down and knocked me to the ground. The burning sensation filled my cheek and I could feel it burning a red shade. I brought my head into my knees and stayed there, too scared to do anything.

"I could never love a son like you".

"Copeland," a voice said. "Leave me alone!" I yelled. "That's a real pretty name" I raised my head slowly, everything was different. "Thank you, I thought I wasn't going to have a friend here but I was wrong. You're my friend right?" I heard a familiar little girl's voice. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, how strange. I took a second look, is that me? I started to look back. "Of course" the boy said. It was the same boy from before. This was all strange and familiar to me.

The little girl hugged him. The boy hadn't own bright red. "What's your name anyway?" She asked, the boy blinked back to reality "Tyler," He said. The girl smiled gleefully "I like that name, it suits you". I smiled at how innocent they were.

A middle aged woman walked down the side walk to where they were at "Copeland, it's time to get dinner" The woman stopped in shock,  her eyes searched the boy and landed on the boy's scars and scratches on his arms. The boy suddenly felt self conscious and rolled down his sleeves. "Come on honey" The woman grabbed the little girl's hand and walked back to the house. The little girl looked back at the boy where he was left standing, he looked sad. The girl struggled from her mother's grasp, no ran to the boy, she hugged him even tighter this time and nodded then whispered to him, "best friends".

My viewing changed again and it suddenly got darker outside, I was standing in a kitchen.

"The boy is clearly being abused, Tom, we have to call the police" it was the little girl's mom again, "It's none of our business Marcia. What happens if it's not, or maybe it is. What would happen then? We call the police, they show up and take the mother away, but they also take the boy away and if he doesn't have anyone to take him in then he'll end up in foster care. Do you really want to be the one they tell him who sent away his mommy because of a couple of scratches on the boy" The woman dropped her mouth "I can't believe you" she threw the rag she was holding on the ground and stormed away.

The stairs creaked from the side of the stairs. Both me and the man turned our heads in the direction of the stairs, there stood the little girl. She ran back upstairs and shut a door with a loud bang. The man rubbed his temples and leaned against the counter. He sighed heavily before getting up and going after his daughter.