Tempest

Chapter 5

The sound of the bell was the most beautiful sound I has hear in the whole day. The day of school was finally over. It wasn't so bad but it wasn't exactly Disney. It was completely tedious. I had to fool myself to not run out the door. Seating on a chair, without moving and listening to the teachers talk nonstop was driving me crazy. They didn't just say things I didn't care about but also things I already knew.

When I was gathering my things someone called my name trough the school's speaker, telling me to go to the office.

The whole classroom looked at me.

I assumed they wanted to talk about the school rules or ask for another paper but it was none of those. "Your driver left this for you." The receptionist informed while giving me one set of car keys.

Santos most had bought me a car like I told him. I loved how competent he was.

I saw Dorian walking out of the boy's bathroom.

"Dorian!" I called.

He turned around and smiled.

"You leaving?" I asked.

"Yeah, I going to get some books and then walk home."

"I can take you if you want." I offered.

"No, is ok. My house is like ten minutes away." He lied.

I knew his house was, on foot, at least twenty minutes away.

"I'll take you anyways. I have nothing better to do."

After a little more arguments hi accepted. We walked together to the parking lot. The school was half-empty. Most students rushed out door the instant the bell rang.

I looked around searching for the car. Then it occurred to me that I didn't knew what car it was. I inspected the key looking for a clue. The Audi logo was draw on metal. I looked up again there it was a silver metallic, Audi convertible. "Santos really does not get the word discrete."

Dorian followed me to the car.

His jaw dropped. "This is your car?"

"Yeah..." I said the best excuse that came to my mind. "My dad is never home so he does his best to make me forget it."

"Can I borrow your dad?"

Dorian gave me directions to his house, tough it was not necessary I remembered exactly where our house was.

I stopped the car in front of the house. The only change that had being made to the house was the color and that the front door was replaced by a modern glass door. Otherwise, it was exactly the same. The typical bungalow built of wood and brick in the 70's. Of two-levels, guillotine windows, high ceilings, open under-roof porch and a single entrance trough the stairs in front of the door. The same carefully cared grass, symmetrical bushes and old tree in front of my window that I never knew the name but which was of great help when I wanted to escape in the nights.

"Thanks, Blair." Dorian said opening the door.

I smiled "Anytime."

Involuntarily I searched the house for noise. Someone was walking up the stairs. My mother.

My pulse went frenzy, I couldn't even breath.

My mother was so close. All I had to do was open the door and run to her. What would she do is she saw me? To her and everyone who knew me I was dead. I wondered what would freak her out more, seeing her dead daughter walking with his son or seeing that her thirty-two years old daughter had not aged a day since she was seventeen.

I clinched my fits on the steering wheel, tying to suppress my emotions.

"You ok?" Dorian asked concerned.

"Sure."

I heard glass breaking followed a painful scream, coming from the house. Dorian only heard the scream.

Dorian rushed inside and before I knew what I was doing I followed him.

"Mom?" he yelled frantic searching for his mother. "Mom?"

"She is upstairs." I said.

Dorian didn't hesitated and ran upstairs.

I was able to recognize her smell. There was someone else with her.

"Dorian, she is here." a woman yelled.

We followed the voice to the bathroom.

Our mother was sobbing with a hand covered in blood that came from the deep wounds caused by the pieces of glass that had embedded in her hand when she had broken the mirror. A woman was besides her trying to calm her down and look at the wound.

"What happened?" Dorian asked as he ran to our mother side.

"She was asleep... and I sat....and I fell asleep." The woman said between hiccups. "The scream, woke me up and..."

"How dare you fall asleep?" Dorian yelled blinded by rage.

Serah Ashlee stopped sobbing at looked right at meet with a serious face. Recognition filled her eyes. "Blair? Blair is that you?" her voice was full of longing and hope.

Dorian looked at me confused.

Serah walked towards me and hugged me. "You came back."

I petrified under my mother arms. My heart wanted to jump out my chest and finally there it was... peace. How much had I missed the warmth of her comfort. My eyes filled with tears.

When I was lost in my feelings she jerked away and looked at me with despite and anger. "What are you doing here? I told you to leave. I will not tolerate such an aberration in my house. Leave."

My heart sank.

Dorian took Serah out of the bathroom while I just stood there confuse.

"Sandra?!" Dorian called from the room.

The woman went to the room and I followed her.

"Ms. Ashlee this is Nurse Jackson she is going to check your hand."

"Do it fast nurse." Serah ordered. "I have a meeting in half an hour."

Dorian asked me to follow him outside. We went to the kitchen. Dorian served me a glass of water.

"Sorry about that." Dorian said.

"Don't worry." I said still not sure of what had happen.

"My mother has Alzheimer." He explained. "She swifts from realities in seconds. She thought you were my sister Blair. She died years ago when I was two years old.