Sex and the Treaty

Stars of hope.

Stacy's perspective:

I came home at what seemed like four in the morning. I was just taking a nap on a road in the outskirts of the city. I opened the door with completely sore eyes and tired, wrecked mind. I'm just a lifeless person roaming in this world full of jerks. 

I keep the key in the stand and I turn around to see mom sitting on the couch. She's looking at the blank, dark T.V. with her eyes wide open. I see her dress is the same, the maroon sleeveless one and her hair is completely messed up. 

"Mom?" I asked as I walked towards her.

Just talk to me. I need to tell you everything, whatever happened in the last two days. Just hear me out and catch me when I break down.

"Mom?" I ask louder as I shake her shoulder. 

"Ha?" She shudders as she breaks her stare and looks at me in complete shock. 

"Are you okay?" I asked creasing my eyebrows.

She pushes my hand away.

"Yes I am. I am perfect. Why? Why do you ask?" She stuttered so fast that my suspicion grew wider. 

What is she doing up at four in the morning. And why isn't she bothered where I was the whole night? Not even a phone call?

"Um.. Where's Chris?" I asked as I saw the bedroom door open.

"Oh he's at work. Had to stay the night." She said rolling her eyes. 

"Okay, mom could I talk to you about something?" I asked looking at her. 

"Yeah, just can you make me a cup of coffee?" She asked rubbing her head. I nodded and made my way to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later I came out with a mug of coffee. I gave it to her while she started to drink from it. I turned to sit next to her but she stood up. I creased my eyebrows as she dragged herself wearily to the room.

"Mom, I wanted to talk--"

"Later Stacy. I'm not feeling like talking now." She waved me off and shut the door. 

I looked down again. I need to tell this to someone in order to lighten myself. But no one is ready to even hear me out. They're just shutting me away. I found another means to whom I could open up to. I pulled my phone as I dialed Chris's number on it.

I pressed call and held the phone to my ear. Please just talk to me.,

"Hello?" Said the voice from his phone.

Thank you.

"Um.. Chris, Stacy here.." I said standing up. I heard some ruffling noise and him shushing someone up.

"Uh. Oh, yeah.. um yes Stacy?" He asked panicking.

"Chris, where are you?" I asked unsure of my assumptions.

"Uh.. I'm just.. I'm at a.. a friend's house. There was a party last night and I stayed back.. Why?" He asked and that cleared my doubt. 

But I had to feel light anyway.

"I was hoping if I could just..talk?" I asked sighing.

"Like now?" He asked instantly. He again shushed someone. 

"Yeah, I would feel a lot better if--"

"Stacy. Could you...could it wait till I got home?" He asked cutting me off.

"Okay. Bye." I hung up and shook my head. 

How did my life turn so imperfect so fast? I got up throwing the pillows on the couch. I was better of with Stacy Anderson than Stacy Brown. I liked my father's name better. I marched up the stairs sighing. I turned towards my room having only one option remaining.