A boy named Blaze

Chapter 40

"Well," I demanded. Blaze didn't say anything and i wish we weren't just on the phone so I could hit him. "I don't know," he said. I rolled my eyes, "well that's helpful." We were trying to figure out what to tell the police. They wont be able to get to Marley and the boys but me and Blaze are more vulnerable since we go to her school and she knows stuff about us, like our last names. I cannot have the police showing up at the door asking how I knew where Angela was, how I saved her from gunned men, who where the other guys who helped me, where can I find them, and if she shows them the place, how we killed all those men. My mom would not like that and truthfully I don't know if I can answer those questions. I would just leave for a little but my mom would still be here and so I have to stay.

"Well we cant tell them about the guys," I declared. I could tell he nodded, "yea I know, that would be a stupid move." I sighed, "shit this rescue mission is turning around and biting us in the ass." Blaze chuckled humorlessly, "All the times I save a girl and it comes around and bites me in the butt." I narrowed my eyes, "how did saving me bite you in the butt." He chuckled, a real one this time, "well the whole town wants me dead, the police are after me, and I have you bitching at me and showing up at my door twenty four seven." I blew out a breath, "fuck off." He chuckled again and a smile had to form on my face, making me glad he couldn't see me right now. I don't know, there is something about him that makes me blush and smile and laugh. Blake thinks I like him, hell I think he thinks we are in love. And well I don't think I love him but maybe I do like him.

I shook my head, this is not the time to be thinking about shit like that. "Lets say that we were walking by, hopelessly looking for her, when we heard her scream. There was people there pulling a weapon trunk in and that is how we got the weapons. The rest of the group were old friends which we would prefer not to talk about," I said. "Yea, okay, better then anything I could think of," Blaze replied. I shrugged, "hell its something, now I have to go." I hung up the phone and ran downstairs to see my mom cooking breakfast. "Pancakes, yummy," I said acting carefree and I stole her plate.

She rolled her eyes and got a new plate, putting the two other pancakes on it and heading over to the table where I was now sitting. I globed some butter and a bunch of syrup on then dug in, a smile on my face. I haven't had pancakes in forever, not since I was a little kid, and it was just what I needed. "Why did you make pancakes today," I asked after I swallowed a big mouthfuls. She though for a moment, "I don't know, I know Dad used to make them but I really felt like them today." I smiled at her, "I'm glad you did." She smiled back, "me to." We didn't talk the rest of breakfast that much, just some small talk here and there. The rest of the time we were shoving pieces of pancake into our mouths. I love pancakes, it makes me feel young and free and careless.

After we finished eating as many pancakes as we could I washed up the dishes for Mom. She went into the living room to watch The Young And Restless or whatever. I was never into that show, it was kinda stupid and to predictable and dramatic for me. Yet I still curled up in my mom's arms after I finished the dishes and watched it while cuddling up to her. It was nice, we never have these days anymore, these moments. Yes, there was something missing, but since my dad and sister were gone I cant get that back. It was comforting, having my mom cuddled up to me. Its almost like when she kisses your scrape or tells you everything is going to be okay or when she tucks you in at night and tells you she loves you. I miss those days, where Mom could kiss everything all better and said every things okay and then it will be.

We sat there forever having a perfect morning till there was a knock on the door, making me feel cold. My mom got up to get it and I wanted to run and hide but I remembered the story and took a deep breath, calming my nerves. I have to seem calm, like I wasn't expecting them to show up. I heard my mom talking to them and I bit my lip waiting for them to walk into the living room. "Tara," my mom said wearily, "there are police who want to talk to you." I tried to act surprised, "why?" The police officer answered me, "I think you know why." I took a deep breath, "well come in and lets sit down and talk." The officer smiled, looking me up and down, "I think this would be better alone." I nodded and looked at my mom, who reluctantly nodded and gave me an we-will-talk-about-this-later look.