Freefalling

7

He is still saving for a car of his own. In this moment of urgency, he had to get there as fast as he could. He scribbled a quick note for his parents and fled the scene. His bike was propped up against the side of the house and he hopped on as he ran past.

The sky became dark since they left the park. He had a rough time deciphering his location. A car would drive by and he could see the street names and the road.

He was a block away from her house. He was still riding as he called one last time. The ringing was continuous and concerning.

There was a light in the yard when he rolled up. He dropped the bike and ran to the small illuminated patch in her front yard. It read Incoming Call and his number appeared under it. He pocketed the device and went to the door.

He knocked on the door. He waited on the porch. He saw a light turn on. He held his breath as the door opened. Now standing in the open door was her mother. Her mother greeted him kindly and he panicked and blurted, "Where is she? What happened to her?"

Her mother plastered on a confused and innocent face and verbally pondered why he thought something was wrong. He explained the whole phone incident and her mother just laughed. This woman said she went to bed awhile ago. He was eager to see her.

Her mother, concerned that he might find some bruises, went to inspect her for visible injuries before he went near her. The excuse was that she could be awakened easily and that a quick peek would determine how deep of a sleep she was experiencing.

When at the door, her mother peeked inside and glared at the large black and blue area on her left side of her face. She was unconscious and unpleasantly sprawled on the bed. Her mother mentally noted to yell at her father.

He was waiting patiently for her mother to return. The lying bitch returned and claimed that she tossed and turned when the door knob was touched and advised him to leave immediately.

He was rushed out the door with a lovely slam to follow him out. He seriously wondered what was going on. As he picked up and got on his red bike he kept his focus on the beige house in front of him.

He noticed a thin, short figure stride across the room and shut off the lights. Then a different light was turned on deeper inside the house. He couldn't see any shadows or anything and he left.

His ride was a thought provoked cruise. He was talking to himself and speculating numerous scenarios, good and bad. He imagined a fun-filled family night all the way to thrown into a cage match.

When arrived home, his parents nearly tackled him. His mother kept telling him how worried sick they were. He told them about his note and his father said that scribbles weren't letters or words.

They all laughed it off and retreated to their bedrooms. He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth vigorously. While he was cleaning his teeth, he studied his face for any zits.

With a clean and refreshed feeling he went to the room at the end of the hallway and flopped on his bed. He glanced out the window to catch a pair of eyes looking at him.