Yes, Mother (Editing)

Chapter Six:

The weekend passed dreadfully slow, even with Anna to keep me company, but it seemed to be bittersweet. In all actuality, I didn't want Anna there, as of the moment, because I wanted to be alone as I wallowed in my self-pity, but I normally missed the woman and her presence in my life. I had missed the hour long chats we would have on a daily basis, the late nights listening to the radio in my bedroom, and the countless hours of coloring we did. Anna was like a mother, sister, and best friend in one being for me, and I missed that. But Mother, she was a close opposite. She was similar to a motherly figure, but a lover as well. There was just this raw, sexual arousal that she brought whenever she walked into a room. She was, unique, in a way.

Walking outside, I waited for Mother's car to pull up. I was excited, but nervous. She had told me that we would talk when she got home, and I was quite timid. Twiddling my fingers across the silky fabric of my peach blouse, I took a seat in the grass and waited, looking at my blue jeans and black vans. I pondered of what to do as I waited, but nothing came to my mind, so I settled with counting the cars that passed by.

"One," I whispered, watching a black Cadillac pass.

Another engine passed, a dark blue Lincoln, out of the corner of my eye. "Two."

I counted up to sixteen cars before I gave up and walked back inside, ignoring the gorgeous day. I had been alone for over an hour since Anna had to leave earlier than expected, and nothing much had changed. The house was still silent, nothing was scattering around, no fresh scents escaped from the kitchen. Nothing. The house was boring and dull, lifeless, to an extent.

Plopping on the living room couch, I pondered of what to do now. It's not like I had much communication outside the house, or had friends. I was basically sheltered, besides the numerous books that littered the house. I had read each and every book Mother owned, from cover to cover. I knew them by heart, and I had begun to become bored of them. With a desire for more stories, I decided to walk downtown to the local library and check out books.

Gathering a light jacket, I walked out the door once more and proceeded down the sidewalk. Cars continued to whizz past me, a few honking their horns. I knew what they were implying as the did so, but I paid no mind to such immature actions and continued to walk until I reached the far corner. I watched the cars turn to the left and I knew that was the way to town, so I followed the flow of traffic. Soon enough, I reached the library, in seemingly rapid timing as well.

I strolled inside casually and gazed at the new surroundings. There were so many books, and just in a few feet of the building, that I was in suspense to read them all. Walking up and down the isles, I found a label titled Teen Fiction hung above at least five book shelves that were six stacks high and ten feet long. Grabbing a few of the books that seemed romantic, I cradled them in my arms as I continued to search, hopefully for something more dark and sinister.

Finding a horror section, I found one of my favorite authors, Steven King. I had read the book Misery by him, as well as It, which Mother had. Taking three, I added them to my pile and continued to pace the floors, still looking for something to satisfy my growing, literary hunger. Then, I saw a book that captured my attention. It's cover was green, but had a bubble with a girl inside on it. It was titled Matched, and I couldn't resist the temptation. Picking it off the stand, I placed in on the top of my stack and walked to the reception desk. A woman with short blonde hair greeted me with a friendly smile.

"Are you checking these out?" She asked sweetly.

"Yeah, I think so." The woman smiled once more and took the books, scanning them off on the computer.

"Can I see your library card?" I froze at what she said, perplexed.

"I-I" I stammered, "I don't have one."