The rest of the school day was not easy either and neither was the drive back home. My mind rustles with the many excuses to tell my mother before I walked into that house. I could say I was having a mid-life crises that caused me to get a tattoo of my dead girlfriend on my back. But I was not old enough to experience that…and it didn’t really explain the facial piercings.
When I pulled into the driveway I noticed my mom’s car not parked in its usual spot by the curb in front of the house. Usually she was there before I was, be cause she practically had nowhere else to go.
“Odd.”
I stepped out the car and went inside. “Mum!”
No response.
I took out my phone and speed dialed her number. A couple rings later loud music started coming out of the kitchen. I followed it to a phone on the floor next to a knife…covered in blood.
“What in the hell?”
I picked up the knife and observed it more, as if I could tell who’s blood it was or not. My mother was not known for hurting anyone including herself, but that did not stop the worries building up inside of me. Next number I dialed was 9-1-1. It rang about five times until a lady picked up.
“911 operator, what is the emergency?”
“Yes um…,” I held up the knife, “…my mother is missing. I mean I think she is. Her car is not here but I found her phone near a bloody knife,” I told her very quickly.
“Have you looked for a body?”
“No I---“
“---Sir we will need you to first search the house until you are for sure that your mother is missing,” she demanded before hanging up.
“Fine be a bitch,” I replied even though she could not hear me. I hung up and threw the phone against the wall. I could not have another loved one die within the same month.
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Cryptic
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