"Mom?" I ask, confused. "What are you doing home?" She sighs, and helps me up before answering.
"I got off early because of the snow. It's supposed to get pretty rough out there," she says and I nod. I'm still shaking.
"But more importantly," she begins, "what was that all about? You scared me to death, Madelynn."
I shake my head, closing my eyes. "I don't really know. I-I had a nightmare. It was really... Vivid," I lie. She looks skeptical but nods. Somewhere in her eyes though, is knowing.
After a few more minutes of her making sure I'm okay, we head downstairs to watch the weather. I was getting a little worried about my dad. I hope he makes it home safely. He works fifteen minutes out of town and won't be getting off early. There's a possibility that he could have difficulty getting home.
"What do you want for dinner? It's the birthday girl's choice," she smiles. I laugh and reply, telling her I want my favorite: grilled chicken and rice.
I sit by the window in the living room, watching it snow and glancing over at the weather channel playing on the television every so often.
My dad should be getting off work about this time, and the snow is already a good five inches thick. My stomach drops in anxiety.
"Mom, do you think dad'll be okay driving home in the snow?" I yell to her in the kitchen.
She walks to the doorway and nods. "I'm sure we will be. If he thinks it'll be rough getting home, he'd be smart enough to take the subway."
I sigh in relief. I forgot about the subway. It would be much safer than driving and he would be sure to make it home.
Before long, my mom is finished with dinner. It is now seven o'clock and my dad still isn't home.
"Maybe we should wait on him. I don't want to have him walk in halfway through dinner," my mom says, sitting down beside me on the couch by the window. I scoot into her, resting my head on her shoulder. We both stare at the television, constantly glancing back and forth between it, and the foyer, where my dad should be walking in any minute.
As I glance over to the door, I catch a glimpse of Harry walking up the stairs, to where my room is. My eyes widen. How could he be so careless? My mom would freak out if she knew I had a boy in this house without her permission, "dead" or not.
Also, butterflies erupt in my stomach. They definitely aren't the good kind. I'm remembering what he said to me earlier, and how scared I had been.
I glance over at her, checking to make sure she didn't notice him. My heart drops when I see her eyes following Harry's every move as he ascends the top of the stairs and into my room.
She glances down at me, only to catch me looking at her. She quickly hops up from the couch and heads into the kitchen.
"Let's eat!" She calls, smiling brightly at me. "Your dad should be home soon, it'll be fine to go ahead and start without him."
I slowly stand up from the couch, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why wouldn't my mom say anything about Harry traipsing up the steps and into her daughter's bedroom? I know she saw him. Why is she acting so funny?
I can't bring up the nerve to ask her about it, in case she didn't see and I was the one imagining things. However, something tells me that she knows something I don't. She knows a lot of things that I don't.
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Oh and I couldn't really do songs for this chapter. Nothing really happened except the encounter with Harry and Mrs. Sanders. That's important. HINT HINT
