The Spoken Truth

Chapter Twenty: Coming Home

The car ride to Monterey was quite uneventful, although we did stop at a gas station and saw a man in a cow costume buying milk. That was really weird.  We talked about the papers that Rhett dropped off in my room. I could only translate some of it. The boys were right they were French mission papers, except they weren’t very major. They were stolen instructions on how to build a money making machine. That would only mean one thing. They weren’t spy papers at all. Rhett was just gathering information on the U.S spy Agency. We never figured out why.

It was exactly five fifty-five when we arrived at my house. Clyde and Derrick both walked me to my house. With Clyde on my right and Derrick at my left, I felt the protection radiate from their bodies. I had never had two guys at both my sides before; ready to catch me if I fall or ready to kill anyone who got in my way. It wasn’t awkward to have Derrick’s protection; it was in a sort of friendship kind of way. It made me feel very loved.

Once my mom saw us through the window, she sprinted to­ward the door. She opened her arms in a hug and I let go of Clyde’s hand and ran back to her. I loved her. I loved her so much. I didn’t really know how to show all the love I had for my mother.

“Hey, Mom,” I whisper into her ear.

“Hey, hon.”

“How was your week?” I asked. She looks at me and then over my shoulder at Clyde. “Yeah, yeah. It was amazing. And I know I’m grounded—“

“Yup, one week. Give me your phone,” she sticks out her hand and I place my flip on her palm. It not like I need it I mean if you had just looked at it you could tell I really didn’t care about my phone. I rarely brought it to school, and mom knew that so she also took away my visits with Clyde. Some people would hate their moms for doing that, but I knew it was just for me benefit and safety. “My week was fantastic!” She continued.

“That’s great. Can I just say good-bye to Clyde and Derrick?”

“Of course,” she walked back toward the door and turned around. “I’ll be inside.” I nodded and she left. I turned my head to face Clyde.

“I had fun. Even though I almost died. I still had fun,” Clyde spoke. After I knew he was done I threw my arms around his neck. He released my grip and said, “See you at the beach?”

“Of course, everyday!” I kissed him. It might have been the nicest kiss he ever gave me. I loved it. Once I noticed that Derrick was still there I backed off. I faced Derrick and hugged him and said, “Thanks.”

“For what?” He asked.

“For saving my boyfriend,” I replied in his ear. 

“He’s my best friend.”

“Yeah, I know,” I let go of his neck and walked to the door. I turned around and waved good-bye as Clyde started the engine. I listened to its loud and quite obnoxious noise as I stepped inside my house.

I walked up stairs to see my mom outing away my packed clothes for me. I didn’t even realize she took them out of the car. I went over and helped her as she lifted the, now empty, suitcase into my closet. I thanked her and she left asking if I wanted any thing to eat or drink. I declined her offer and sat on my bed to read my book. I kept reading until I was tired.

When I woke up the next day, I was still in my clothes. I was relived to know that I was in my own bed and not someone else’s. I went down stairs to find that my mom was making crapes. I loved crapes. Especially on Saturdays, because there was no church or school to rush me. I sat down at the kitchen table and served myself three warm crapes with powdered sugar and lemon juice. Once I was finished I wiped my face with the napkin and thanked my mother.