The Killers - Part 2

chapter 23

I have been dancing with everyone for who knows how long, my feet are killing me, i probably have blisters because of these shoes... but they are so pretty. I am currently dancing with john, more just like swaying, i don’t quiet know how to actually dance, and nor does he i don’t think, the song ended and he bowed, before walking away.

“Jose... come here”

I head someone say, i looked around to find my mother staring right at me, pointing her index towards the floor in front of her, instructing me to come towards her. To go or not to go, that is the real question, eugh, i have to go, she is my mother and who knows what she will do if i decide not to obey her.

“yes...”

I said, dragging out the s creating more emphasis on the word as i walked towards her, dragging the ‘s’ till my lisp became prevalent and created a slight whistling sound, indicating that i should stop. I stopped about a foot and a half away from her, her eyes looked as cold as ice as i looked in them, having to look away because she just continued to glare at me.

“what was all that?’

She asked, breaking the intense silence between the two of us. I looked around trying to find anything out of place, roger – sober, for now anyway. Freddie – sitting down with Tamarah. John – looking as if he is trying to dance with Natalie but both are as unco-ordinate as each other. Brian... hmm where is he, observing the whole room i find him talking to one of the guests, nothing seems to be unusual here tonight, for now.

“i don’t see anything wrong... whata ya talking about?”

I asked her, completely confused about what she was going on about.

“nothing’s wrong... how can you say that, did you not take any notice in what your ‘husband’ just did five minutes ago”

My mother said. She quotation marked husband with her fingers as she said the word, sarcastically commenting about Brian, as if stating he is my supposed husband, what did she think, i just want to marry Brian for his money, she should know me better than to think of that, im her daughter.

“he was only trying to lighten the mood between everyone, nothing more, nor less. And i love Brian ma, and he loves me, you just have to accept what is.”

I told her, herself snorting with trying to hold back her laughter. She didn’t believe a word in which i had just said, and i knew it, its how she thought.

“ha, love... you love him? I doubt it, you probably just want his money”

She said to my face. I didn’t know how to act, maturely yes, but to what extent, i cant be physically violent, especially to my mother, she may be annoying the hell out of my but never would i think of doing something like that.

“i don’t know how you could possibly want to marry someone like him... just look at him. He is a guitarist of a rock band that is soon going to pummel to reality and struggle through the enterprise, he is a tall giant, and just look at his hair, its a frizz bomb”

My mother said, looking in the direction of Brian, insulting him before me, behind his back. How could she think of Brian like that, i thought family was supposed to be accepting of the decisions of their childrens in whom they were going to marry and who could ask for someone better than Brian himself.

“you know what... im fed up with your crap. You can either leave or accept me for who i am and Brian for who he is and see that we truly love each other.”

I told my mother. She laughing before me, no longer trying to hold back laughter, just letting it flow through, no words escaping her lips though. My blood began to boils as i tried to hold back my anger, my hands shaking with rage, not knowing how to act.