The End of Everything

Rescue Operation

Thia's POV

"Wait, you're leaving me here alone?" I asked in surprise. "By myself?"

"Yes. Look, it's been nearly four days and I've heard nothing. I don't think they're okay so I'm going to go check it out and what's wrong," Mama insisted. The thing was, I absolutely despised the idea. I had no doubt that Mama could take care of herself and she'd done her best to hide her worry these past few days I just did not like being out of the loop.

I didn't like the idea of being left behind and having no clue as to what was going on. It made me sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

"Let me come with you," I insisted for the third time.

"No. You're staying here." she replied sternly.

"That's not fair! I can handle myself- just let me go with you. I won't get in the way. I promise." I knew it was a senseless argument just by the look on her face. It was that look that all mothers had, the one that indicated whatever argument you were having was over.

"You're staying with Emily, Hazel, and Frank until I get back. I'll be back as quick as I can but you're staying put, understand?" Sighing I stared down at the floor and nodded tucking my hands in my pockets. There was no point in trying to continue the argument. Still, I could feel anxiety claw its way into my heart. "Look, I know it's hard on you when your mom and I are gone, but I'm doing this for your own good. Trust me, please."

"Okay, just please stay safe," I sighed. trying to smile. Mama's features softened. One thing I'd learned growing up was that she could never stay mad at me. For whatever reason it was completely against her nature to do so.

We said goodbye and when she was finally gone the house was eerily quiet except for the sound of three slumbering dogs snoring in the living room. I didn't like the quiet that much. Most of the time it just allowed me to worry and it only encouraged my agitation and inability to remain still.

Stay put. How in the world was I going to be able to stay put? Every atom in my being was urging me to leave. Groaning in frustration I paced about unable to contain my pent up emotions. I wouldn't be able to go after her on my own...heck, I probably wouldn't survive on my own.

As much as I believed in my abilities I wasn't as strong as my parents. I had little experience with battle and could only somewhat handle a blade. If I was going to do anything I was going to need help. Thankfully, I knew just who to ask.

Setting my jaw, I stepped outside and took off down the streets. Passing by pedestrians I made my way to where I was certain I'd find them but on my way I encountered who I was looking for.

"Yo what's the rush?" A familiar voice called. Skidding to a stop I searched for the owner of the voice. "Up here hon."

Lifting my gaze I spotted Leah sitting on the edge of a roof swinging her legs. Without hesitating I climbed up to where she sat. "I have a crazy idea and I need your help."

"I like crazy," she smiled, her interest instantly piquing.

"Good but we need to find Andy and then I'll tell you what my idea is." Leah nodded and asked me to follow her. I agreed without hesitation and she located Andy who was down the street a little ways with his sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His hands were covers in grease as he worked on his motorcycle.

"Take a break, T's got something to tell us." Leah said picking up a dirty rag and throwing it at him. The soft cloth hit him in the face. My immediate concern was the development of T as a new nick name. Shaking my head I pushed the thought aside for now.