Wanted

chapter three

Chapter three:

My feet do the thinking even before my brain can and bring me to the front door to see my mothers big brown eyes wide and her fixed blonde hair pinned back by a few clips. Her eyebrows are pushed together as well as her lips and she takes me into a hug as soon as im able to open the door. "Where is he?" She talks into my ear without letting me go. I dont mind at all, ive always been close to my mother and it is nice having her hear for comfort. Instead of wasting the time to reply I take her hand and lead her into our bedroom. I hadnt noticed before but it smells musty in here. The curtains are closed so no light shines through and everything looks depressing. She scurries to the bed beside the unconscious boy. "Oh my.." she mumbles I assume to herself. I take a seat on the opposite side of the bed and watch her check his pulse and and put her hand on his forehead as if he is just running a fever.

"I was just about to call 911" I confess, she shakes her head and makes a humming sound.

"We have people in the hospital like this all too often. Can you please get some ice water and a damp towel?" My mother has always been so calm natured and mature unlike I. I admire her soothing tone that never sounds too alarming. I nod and leave the room to fetch just what she asked for. As I pour a bottled water into a cup that holds ice I notice just how thirsty I am also. The clock on the oven reads two in the afternoon and Surprisingly the day is going by really fast. I pour myself a glass then bring in the supplies my mom called for.

She nods her head gratefully then applies the towel to his forehead rubbing it gently across his face. "What is this suppose to do?" Im not trying to sound rude but it just seems sort of silly and pointless to rub a wet towel over his face.

My moms charming laugh fills the room for a few short seconds and escapes all too soon. "He's burning up dear!" She takes my hand and forces it onto his neck which, as she stated, is as hot as Hell Im sure of it. "When did he pass out?" She lifts his eyelid with her thumb but he doesn't seem to notice so she puts it back down. It reminds me of a cartoon, everyone messing with the hibernating bear but he doesn't even stir in his rest once.

"Like right before you came" I nod and lay myself across the sheets taking a sip from my cup. We don't speak for a few minutes as I lay and watch Niall's chest barely rise and fall. "I lost my phone last night" When Our eyes connect, my mom has her mouth pushed together and is shaking her head as if she doesn't understand.

"So are you gonna tell me about what happened?" She and I are on either side of Niall and he's turned to his side facing me now. I take his hand into mine and trace the lines as I tell about my eventful evening the night before. Im like my mother in this sense, I could listen to stories all day long and just be so intrigued. Shes gullible however, and Im not. I think about things and take everything into consideration before giving my feedback on anything that someone tells me. Thats also how my dad is. I remember being young with Niall and just playing games to take up our time. We would play a lot of games like two truths and a lie. The object was to pick out the one lie that the other person told. I always won that one, he told me I should be an investigator.

When I finish telling my mom the story she is taken bak by all the events. Her eyes are teary from the sudden news of Charlie but, just like me, she would never show how much it truly hurts her. "Would you like some tea?" I get up and hold out my hand for her and she nods taking mine. We walk into the kitchen and she gasps.

"Looks like we have some cleaning to do!" Shes already forgotten the reason we came to the kitchen in the first place and is on her hands and knees picking up the big glass pieces along the floor. I don't argue and begin helping her collect the pieces in a plastic bag. She picks up a chunk of light pink vase and sighs. "I'll have to get you a new one, don't worry about it" she smiles. Her personality is all too nice. I don't know what I was expecting her to do but I really didn't think she would be so calm and understanding. I get up to get the vacuum and plug it into the outlet around the corner.