This is my Time {Complete}

Part 2: chapter 4

Seven days.

Seven days since my mom's been missing.

I haven't told a single soul of my mother's disappearance.

Iv'e never been so intimidated by a phone before, I think as I stare down at our white, house phone.

My senses are hyped as I type in 9-1-1. I hear the distant shouts of neighbors fighting I even hear the rapid thumping of my own heartbeat.

"9-1-1 operator, what is your emergency," I hear a woman's toneless voice say through the phone.

"Um, Uh, hello, my name is Allison blur, I'm calling about my mom," I say shyly.

"Okay, Allison,what's wrong with your mom," she says politely.

"She's gone," I say finally.

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Why I was afraid to call in my mother's disappearance, was for one reason, and one reason only, I think as I feel my hands begin to tremble while holding the warm mug of coffee I prepared after calling the police and giving them all of my mother's information, including my own. My heart contracts as I remember the first of the many times my mother disappeared for days at a time.

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It was about five years ago.

I had awoken to a house littered with beers and a huge stench of cigarette smoke had possessed the very being of our house.

I was only ten years old, but I had managed to take care of myself for about three days, and after those three days, I mad a huge mistake.

I called the cops, and told them my mom had gone missing.One of my mother's "cop friends" had come to my house and while he was talking to me in the kitchen, my mom had gotten there. She had come rushing in like a mother bear tending to it's wounded cub.

The police officer and her talked for a couple of minutes and he had left just like that, as if nothing had ever happened.

The fury in my mother that day, was as if a flame had ignited in her, it sparked from within her, until it had consumed her. She had grabbed me, and thrown my even frailer, ten year old body across the living room, where I hit the corner of a wall and ended up breaking two ribs and fracturing my wrist. When she had noticed what she had done, she started to bawl like a baby and ran into her room.

The pain I had felt that day, was unlike anything I had felt before. After, what I though was ten minutes, but could've been an hour considering the pain I had been in, she had come back, looking neater and slightly sophisticated. She had the worry of a mother facade activated, but had an almost evil-like glint in her eyes.

She didn't take me to a hospital, but to an old guy friend of hers, that was a doctor. She got away with it. It was summer and I stayed inside everyday of it, suffering, and unbelieving to what she had done. On top of it all, for reasons unknown, I never stopped loving her.