Stalker 1O1 (Watty's 2016)

Chapter Ten

"I'm never playing hide and seek with you again!"I yell as i look under the table. The living room was eerily silent before I heard a light chuckle from behind the curtain.

I grin and walk towards the window slowly. "How am I ever going to find you?" I whisper.

She pulls the curtain only showing her face. "You'll find your way back to me," she smiles. "Just like you always do." She kisses me.

"Connor!" My mom yells. I snap out of my thoughts and look down at the burning pancake.

"God, where is your head?" My mom sighs and pushes me away.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "What are the rules Connor? You stay out of the kitchen. We don't want a repeat of Thanksgiving," she grumbles.

"I'm sorry okay? I was hungry," I say.

"At 3 am?" She sighs.

"I'm a growing boy," I say.

"Just wait at the island will you? I'll make you something," she says pulling her robe together.

"Thanks mom," I give her a quick kiss on the cheek and take a seat on the island stool.

"So, why are you up so late on a school night?"

"Couldn't really sleep," I shrug. "That's the only reason?" She asks me.

"Yeah," I say eyeing her skeptically. Does she know something?

"And this has nothing to do with the fact that you broke up with Summer last week?" She asks me placing a plate of pancakes on the counter.

"Cassie told you?"

She nods with a small smile. "How are you honey?"

"I – you know, I'm fine," I tell her taking a bite. "If it makes you feel any better, I never really did like the idea of you two. She was never serious about you," she says.

"That doesn't help mom."

"Honey, it's alright. These things happen."

"Yeah, well I'm over it," I say. "Seems like you are. I noticed a new picture frame sitting on your study," she tells me with an amused look on her face.

"Why were you in my room?"

"I was doing laundry, and don't change the subject."

"There is no subject mom. It was a gift, I just opened it now," I say.

"How is she? Have you talked to her?"

"Not really," I lie. I cringe at the memory of last night. I still had to figure out a way to apologize.

"You miss her, don't you?" She asks taking a seat next to me.

Why am I having this talk with my mother?

"It doesn't matter mom. She's moved on and so have I," I tell her.

"Have you, really?"

Why is my mother sounding like Stalker chick?

"I don't want to talk about it."

She comforts me, rubbing her hand up my back. "It's okay Connor. It's just me, I'm not going to tell anyone," she says.

I look at her and she gives me a reassuring smile.

I sigh and look down. "I've messed up mom. It's too late," I say.

"No no no, honey. It's never to late. Just stop being so afraid. Let it out," she says.

"It'll get better right?"