BE MY LOSTIE

EPISODE SIX

I held the baseball bat tighter as I creeped quietly. I slowly and quietly pushed the kitchen door fully open.
I was hypnotized by the smell of bacon and then my eyes fell on the scrambled eggs, the swiss cheese and bread that had been carefully arranged on the kitchen's center table. My stomach trumbbled to pull out and feast.

The squeezed orange juice I had kept in my fridge stood close to the loaves of bread. The sight of them all made me salivate instantaneously.

    I lowered the baseball bat a bit and took a step forward as to get a clearer view of the owner of the legs that stood behind the refrigerator door.
I ignored the bacon and the rest, raised the bat again, this time eager to hit the intruder who had the head almost dipped inside the fridge, more like he was searching for something.

I aimed for the head.
I strayed a little bit closer, the door of the fridge still hid the intruder, exposing only the legs. Then I took a closer look.

The decorations made on the nails told me the gender. She was a female.

"A female burglar... Or perhaps an assassin... or maybe she was a tramp scrambling for early morning fill"... I thought.

I motioned to hit, but she shut the fridge before I could make any impact. It was mum.

"whaa the hel...Kevin wat are u doing?... She exclaimed with a dodge as she struggled to hold firmly the cereals she had pulled out from the fridge.

My hands lowered as so did my anxiety. I dropped the bat as I held and benched the chair near the center table.
Mum was here.
The only person I needed to see. I felt a little embarrassed that she saw me like that.
Sad, drunk, lonely and hopeless.
She had made my favorite breakfast.

No one else could do that for me if not mother. My saviour. my world-best mum.

"Mum!.. How did you get in?... I asked

"I think you meant when did I get in here... She said as she poured the cereals in a glass plate, then reaching for milk... Now common go get your clothes on. Do u really think you could fool me with the whole i-am-fine-tune you beeped on phone?

" Ouch!!... Gush ma head hurts"... I frowned as I pressed my right hand through my forehead, puling the sit under the dinning table.

" what are you doing to yourself son?... I would have said you've lost it if not that I know my son doesn't do cracks... How could you so drown yourself with liquor to the extent you passed out Kevin?... You couldn't even answer your cell...What is wrong with you?...she glared at me.

  "Now! take these and go freshen up before your breakfast gets cold"...She handed me a dose of optalidon tablet and a glass of orange juice she'd poured out.

"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dates all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." ―Agatha Christie"The Last Séance"

I was glad mother was around, she had come to crush my pains...to rescue me.
It took me a bit to figure out that she'd driven down here to check on me. Despite my pretence, she actually knew me better than anyone does.

I had called her about the wretched fence and the crazy driver. She wanted to know what was wrong with me and I had lied to her that I was fine. Yet she abandoned her work to drop-by to find out herself. She had a spare key.
I was a mess.

I flipped my phone open as I walked to my room to freshen up; sixteen missed calls and four text messages.
Jaswil had called too, so did an unknown number.

"I would return his calls later"...I thought.

I scrolled to the unread messages.

"Dude, werez d burial gonna be huh?... Cuz am pwety sure uv drank yaself to stupor...Amma come over for weekend break though... Might invite Julie too.. Lolz... L8r man...*Jaz"