My Waitress (NOT EDITED)

Chapter 26

Malachi's POV (part 2)

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I shut the door in his face and get in my car. I don't drive off right away. My anger and my racing don't mix at all. It's a terrible taste. Besides, I don't feel like stashing another police ticket in my pocket.

After a minute of breathing I turn on my car and drive off. I put on some music my mom and I loved listening to together: the 80s, 90s. What can I say? I'm a sucker for some old tunes. Yeah, I love the music today, but that's when I'm with Jace and Noah, and when I'm going to parties. Right now, I'm alone, and I switch to the old music.

I hum to the beat as I ride my usual way to the lovable woman I always go to visit. This time, I'm not gonna cook or bake with her, help her tend her garden or sit down with her sipping tea and being forced to watch the soaps... which I fall asleep at.

According to Nicole, Grandma knows where Mom is. All these months, she's been keeping that information from me.

Why would she do that? No clue. She should know how much I miss her and want to see her again. A feeling of betrayal rises up in me.

I reach the gate and press the button on the speaker box. It rings once, twice, three times before it stops. I hope she's home. Maybe I should've called her before. I lift my arm to press the button again—

"Hellooooo, who is it?" The speaker asks in Grandma's voice.

"It's Malachi, as always," I reply. "Let me in."

"Ah, my grandson!" She exclaims joyfully. "You came here to cook dinner with me—"

"That's not why I'm here."

"Oh, well how about tending my garden—"

"Nope."

"Well the soaps already aired today—"

"Grandma." I try to keep my cool. "Just... please. Open the gate. We need to talk."

She grows silent. The speaker immediately clicks off and the gate slowly opens up. As soon as it opens up far enough for my car to fit I drive through.

I park my car in front of the mansion. I jump out and walk to the front double doors. I knock three times on the left door. As soon as I hit the third knock it abruptly opens. Grandma appears and I brush past her to enter the home.

"What's wrong, Malachi?" Grandma asks. She turns around to face me, and her eyebrow raises at my serious expression. I don't want to kill anymore time. I just want to know where she is.

I get to the point. "Where is she?"

She blinks. "She? Who are you talking about?"

"You know exactly who I'm talking about." I narrow my eyes as Grandma sticks with her confused expression, as if she doesn't know who I'm talking about. I give her a moment of silence to think, and her confusion fades away. Her eyes soften, turning sad.

She sighs. "I'd knew this day would come." She turns around to face me, showing a melancholic smile. "And I should've known Nicole would tell you."

I stay silent. Grandma walks up to me. "As you were being rushed to the hospital for that scar, your father grabbed all of your mother's possessions and clothes and stuffed them in a suitcase. He forced her into the car as she was crying and screaming, and drove her here. I open the door to that ass pushing her into my arms and tossing the suitcase on the floor, only saying, 'she's your problem now' before leaving just like that. I wanted to show Warren a piece of my mind, but he already left, leaving my helpless daughter whimpering in my arms. A day later and your father already had the divorce papers. Your mother was staying in one of the guest rooms, and never came out of there, so I forged her signature on the papers.