The Stripper Alliance

Chapter 27

My mother dashes through the recently paved streets, and I watch as bright lights quickly flutter out of view. My mind is boggled at this point. My emotions are very conflicted at this point in time. Anger, sadness, confusion, joy and worry all flurry around my stomach. It actually makes me sick.

            My mother has not spoken a word since I have gotten in the car. I look over at her face. Easily, I can sense a hint of discontent within her expression. The only problem is, I don’t know what is making her feel so angry. I don’t know whether she is mad at me, my father or something that is completely irrelevant to the current situation.

            I bite on the inside of my cheek. The coppery taste of blood spreads around my mouth. Either I have actually bitten a miniature hole on the inside of my cheek or one of my multiple assaulters actually landed a decent hit on me. I rub the small amount of blood around my mouth. I haven’t had anything to drink for hours and my mouth is beginning to thrive off of spit and blood.

            Finally, I make the decision to stop playing with my cheek and turn to confront my mother. I sigh and she looks straight at me. Luckily, the streets are dead. I look down at her lap and say, “Mom, what is on your mind?”

            She plasters a fake smirk on to her already unhappy face and forces out a meek, “What do you mean honey?”

            My eyes begin to drift away. My patience is wearing thin, but it is not her fault. Accidentally, I yell, “Mom! You have not spoken a single word since I have gotten into this car. Are you angry with me? Did I do something to tip you off?”

            My mother looks down upon the steering wheel. She does not lift here gaze, even when she starts to say, “What happened tonight, Onyx? I have not been given a single detail and I am very worried, but not just for you, but for your father.”

            Again, I am left in an uncomfortable position. I was not aware that my mother still cared for my father. After the way that everything went down the other night, to me, it sounded like they were on the worst terms possible. Apparently, I have not been given the whole story, as usual.

            I look down at my lap. I fiddle around with my small purse. I don’t want to tell my mother the events that occurred tonight. My mother is so crazy, that she could find a way to pin this all on my father, even when he is stranded in the hospital, incapacitated. I sigh and say, “One of my exes broke into my house and tried to kill me, dad and my boyfriend. I feel terrible, because this guy has been sending me crazy notes for the past few days and I even knew that he had access to our house, because he had planted video cameras inside of my closet.”

            Her expression changes from depressed to furious within a matter of nanoseconds. The vibe in the car becomes so tense that it would be easy to cut the tension with a knife. She slams on the brakes of the car. I silently thank my seatbelt, because it saved me from flying through the windshield of the car. She screams, “Onyx Olivia Mason! You were being stalked by a madman and you did not even bother to tell your father or I that he had been inside of our household. Now, because of your mistake your father is in the hospital, you are under suspicion of multiple murders and a crazy man is out there and is still after your whole family. Do you know what this means? You are in danger, I am in danger, and your father is in danger. Anyone that is linked to you, is in danger.”

            A clear tear falls from my right, marking the beginning of many. My mother is actually right for once, but the only thing I can actually do about it is cry. I hear a discrete noise from my left. It is the sound of sobbing. My mother has begun to cry as well. I put my hands over my face and continue to cry. My emotions are so out of whack right now. I have no control of them.