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Chapter six - Part two

My mother didn't arrive home until it was close to sunrise, she didn't seem surprised to see me balled in the corner of our doorstep practically half asleep. In fact her face was blank, no sign of emotion as she neared towards me. The way her orbs were darkened by the dim fluorescent lights above made her seem 'zombie like' and the heavy silence between us didn't  make things better. Taking out her own set of keys from her small black leather purse that dangled on the side of her right hip, I had noticed that her walking had a bit of a wobble to it and the makeup that was applied to her round face was smeared. I had already stood from the dirtied tiled floor, not even dusting myself off as I was standing right behind my mother - I peeked over her shoulder watching in silence as she struggled to push the key through the lock. I was close enough to be able to catch smells coming off of her. She smelt of cigarettes, a brand different from the ones I smoked, a smell of vomit come from her but the mixture of both smells couldn't cover up the strong odor of alcohol. My mother was drunk off her ass, I knew it and so did she. The mother infront of me now opening the door in process - my mothers figure staggering towards her bedroom. Our energy was drained, my bedroom was close by - stepping over a few clothes and bottles just to reach my room. I got rid of my clothes as fast as I could, my bed welcoming me. 

  I sat at the very edge of my bed staring at the largest wall in my room, infront of me. On the wall was various colors of thumbtacks, the thumb tacks scattered every where. What use to be there was my drawings and paintings, the images that held memories - all stuffed away deep inside my closet. My body still damped from the shower that I took earlier, legs and arms covered in goosebumps because of my cracked window. These tacks are twoyears old, some of them older - every now and then I would stop and stare at the wall; just to remember how happy I use to be. How much I smiled, I felt like I was really gonna make it big as an artist before that day. That day; gentley I strolled my right hand downwards over my towel, letting my fingers feel the cotton before stopping just under my navel. Its been two years since then, the sc-
"Kiera!" I jump from the calling of my name, my mothers voice ringing in my ears, her tone tells me she's annoyed. 'Yeah?!" I yell back, her footsteps becoming closer to my ears - when she finally reached my doorstep, she was frowning and her eyes barely open, she's hungover. My eyes dropped to her hands, the house phone held loosely - I shot my eyes back to her face; "Here, some boy is on the phone."

Some boy? Flash backs of last night rushed through my head while my mother threw the house phone at me, landing right besides me. I checked the caller ID, my number; it was him. "Hello?"
"You should keep lock on you phone"
My heart skipped a beat by the sound of his voice drumming in my left ear, he sound different on the phone then he did in person. I was practically a melting ice cream bar until it dawned on me of what he had just said to me.
What?, Did you-"
"Yeah, you leave you phone so-"
"You go through my phone? Have you not heard of privacy? Ho-"
"Have you no hea' of don't fa'get (forget) ?"
The way he cut me short of my sentences made me want to hang up on his face. "You could have told me that I was forgetting my phone." A laugh came from the other end.
"No, I no want to do that. I knew you was leaving you phone, I let it happen." How sneaky, he knew I was gonna forget my damn phone, but how?
"If you want you phone, I can give it to you.."
"How do I know you won't kill me or something?"
Another laugh bursted through his end, he's laughing at me. "Just get dress. Tell me where you live-"
"I ain't doing that." "Why?" Is he seriously gonna ask me 'why?'
"We are strangers, you just so happen to have my phone because I left it by accident"
"Okai, where you want to meet?"
I began giving him instructions on how to get to a local coffee shop that I've never been in. We had hung up long after that, on the outside I just seemed like a regular nineteen year old with a day old busted lip but on the inside I was beyond nervous. I was going to see him again. I decided to throw on my boot cut jeans, a pair of black and white converses and a pull over grey hoody before throwing on my peacoat and wrapping my hair into a high bun on the top of my head. I was heading out the door and this time I remembered to bring my keys.