Earth (Complete)

Twenty three

"You're telling me you have no desire to see what she's doing every day?"

"No."

"And why is that?"

"Because I know what she's doing."

I leaned down and creamed my legs as Dylan questioned me from my bed, still lying completely naked even though it's been at least two hours since our last time. I even took a shower and he hadn't felt the need to get dressed yet. Not that I was complaining.

It was midday. Mom had gone shopping again with Mrs. Stogan, dad and Cody were both at dad's office, busy firing good people no doubt, so Dylan made an appearance. I'm sure you know what followed after he pitched up at my window.

"Let me get this straight." He sat up, swinging his legs off the bed, the sheet gracefully following. "Your mother goes out shopping every day?"

"Yes." I answered and spared him a glance through my mirror.

"Every single day? And she's out all day? 24 hours of shopping – is that correct?" He quirked a skeptical eyebrow and I looked at him. For some reason, he couldn't believe my mother went shopping every day. And now, for some reason, he's filled my mind with doubt too. I frowned at him and pondered on the thought.

Before I knew it, we were out of the house and tracking my mother's movements. She hadn't gone that far from the house so fining her cruzer was easy. It sat just next to central park, so that's where we found ourselves.

"I didn't know Wendy kept secrets from Peter." Dylan smirked as we walked through the park.

"It's Mary. And she doesn't keep secrets from him." I found myself defending. I don't know why I felt the need to defend her when all she's done is ruined my life. "I'm sure she's just–" I began to defend once more but Dylan cut me off as he pulled me into a nearby bush. "What the–"

"Shush." He ordered. "Look over there." He pointed forward and I peered through the bush. My mother sat on a park bench. Alone. "She looks pretty fucked up herself." He said and I nodded.

I told him how she smashed up dad's eye and how crazy – or in his words 'fucked up' – he looked. And now, after seeing mother, I realised she wasn't much better, as Dylan so clearly pointed out. She literally looked like a sad old woman sitting on a park bench, mourning her husband's death. Though, I'm sure if dad died, she'd rejoice. No doubt. "What do you think she's doing?"

"Shopping break?" I answered weakly and he lifted his eyebrows skeptically. I sighed. "Okay, I don't know. She's just sitting there. Clearly she has no greater purpose in her life than to ruin mine so can we just go?"

I stood to leap out of the bush and return back home but he stopped me. "Wait, wait. What..." his eyes squinted as he looked through the bush. "Who's that?"

I crouched next to him and watched as a tall, skinny man approached my mother with coffee cups and sat. After further observation, I identified the man to be Mr. Calcus Cavil. "What the fuck, mother." The words left my lips before I could stop them and Dylan's eyes widened.

"Well, that's obviously not Peter." He stated. "Who's Wendy fooling around with?"

"Calcus Cavil – government employee. Works with the president."

He nodded, as if he was impressed. "Nice."

"Uh, not nice." I corrected bluntly as I crawled a bit closer to see what they were doing. "My mother called me a slut and here she is – cheating on my father with a man who thinks becoming a doctor is as useful as being a hotdog guy." I shook my head, disappointed. A disbelieving breath left my lips as I whispered out, "Little bitch."