Chapter 2: Details, Details, and more Details.
My hands started to quiver and I dropped the phone. It was like my life went into slow motion. I heard the phone drop and come back up a couple of times. My body was cold with fear. Someone had killed my mother. My mom. But why? Tears exploded from my eyes in no other way they had before. I slowly bent over to grab the phone. I was weak and it was hard to keep composure. Composer didn’t even exist at that point.
“Honey,” his voice was cracked even for a man who no longer loved my mother.
“Da-dad, ha-how, why?” I took deep breaths thinking it would help but it only made my cries louder.
“Um, it was someone she worked with…”
“Someone she worked with?!” I screamed, “Your holding back, you’re lying to me! Why would they do that?”
“I’m trying to protect you.”
“She’s my mother! She’s dead. I saw her this morning. How could she be dead? Killed?”
“I’m sparing the details for your own good. I don’t want you gone either,” he stopped for a moment as if to collect himself. “You should come live with us. You can’t live alone in the loft.”
“But I love the loft. And I don’t want anyone else in it but me.” That’s when I truly broke down. It wasn’t the loft that I loved, but the fact that it was my mom’s. She was standing in this very kitchen this morning. She wasn’t at my dad’s house. If I was going to survive I need this place. That’s how she would’ve wanted it.
“I’ll call you later. Maybe I’ll come over and we can talk.” He said.
“I love you.” And then he just hung up. Probably to get back to his family. My mother had just died and he didn’t even say “Bye” or “I love you.” My sad tears turned into angry tears. I balled my fists and simultaneously one of the lights burst. As if the bulb was in my hand. The strange thing was that it wasn’t. It was a good five or six feet above my head. I replaced the bulb and tried to do it again. After failing my emotions began to get the best of me. Once again I got angry, balled my fist, and again the bulb burst into dozens of pieces. That time I even saw electric sparks. Emotion is what triggered it. But what was it. I contemplated whether I was going crazy. It could’ve been a coincidence. But after I tried it again I decided it couldn’t be. I had actual power.
And then I saw the shadow. Someone had been watching me. As soon as I turned they started to run. I jumped out the window onto the fire escape and ran as if my life depended on it. Finally on the roof of the building they had nowhere to go.
“Can’t go any farther huh?” I said trying to act tough.
“More like I decided to tell you what’s going on.”
“What do you mean…?”
“For example I know what happened to your mom.”
“Of course you do, you were watching me from my fire escape!”
“No.I worked with your mom.”
“How do I know you’re not some random person?”
The man pulled out some identification. I took my time to examine his card. The picture was exact. He still had the short black hair he had when he took the picture, and the height matched up too. The name read Tyler Hosten. It said he was a part of the AOSS. I didn’t know what that was, so it only made me question his reliability. But then he pulled out my mother’s card. I’d always seen the picture part of her ID in her wallet but the rest of the card was always covered. I knew it was hers because once when I was a kid I told her I loved that picture. I loved it so much I asked for a copy, but she said that was the only copy and that she needed it. But what made me certain was the left over tape from where she would cover all the information from me.
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