Fly High | ✅

34 | Silence

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I flinched at her tone, especially when she addressed me as her dear son. I could almost see the sarcasm laid thick on her words.

Helga seemed a little flustered at mom's courteous but curt reply. She gave me a sympathetic look, having misunderstood mom's anger for maternal concern.

"Of course, Mrs. Davies. I'll leave you two to sort things out," Helga responded. She then walked towards mom and placed a comforting hand on her slim shoulders, "As long as the boy's fine now, the rest doesn't really matter, don't you think so?" Helga asked mildly.

I was grateful, knowing she was trying to help me out even if it was futile. Mom, on the other hand, must be feeling annoyed at Helga's meddling but her lips curved upwards almost mechanically.

"You're right," she agreed softly as she turned to the older woman. Helga returned her smile and slowly stepped out of the room and closed the door, leaving me locked in with a furious lioness.

Like the curtain falls at the end of a stage play, her smile slipped as soon as the door closed with a thud.

She whipped her head straight at me and hissed, "Why do you always, always have to make things so hard for me?" Her eyes narrowed into two evil slits and glared at me.

"I just--"

"I just needed five more minutes to close the deal. Just five more minutes. That's all I asked for but you just had to ruin it," she interrupted. Her red lips soured to a frown and the crease between her arched brows deepened.

My spun lies dissolved on my tongue when I realized that she didn't really care for any explanations on my part. All she wanted was someone to blame for her misfortune and that someone will always be me.

"If you could just stay put for a minute, God bless us a peaceful life," her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose as if she had a headache.

"And get beaten to death? Yeah sure, I'll tell God you said hi," I mumbled spitefully. Her lips pursed harder making her look positively like an angry vulture. She took a few threatening steps, her black pumps gave away a crisp clacking sound and pointed a slim finger at me.

"I would not tolerate that snappy attitude of yours so you best get that fixed or you're out of my house!"

I was so angry that I was shaking and I had to clench my fist to stop myself from doing something utterly stupid. Like digging my ribs out of my chest for having naive thoughts that maybe she would care even just a little when I laid in the hospital bed.

I took a deep breath and braced myself for yet another whirlwind of accusations. Having been living with her for sixteen years, I've learnt that silence was the fastest way to get her to shut up.

With my eyes fixed to the door, I tried my best to tune out her shrieking voice. Unsurprisingly, I find myself hoping to see that oil-stained jeans and scraggly chin pushing through the door frame.

Shit, I'm starting to miss him already.

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A day had passed and I hadn't even seen Logan's shadow. I guessed he must be livid after I told him to leave. To be fair, I would have felt the same way if I saved an ungrateful bastard and he told me to leave without even a word of gratitude.

Logan was right.

How did I managed to fuck up so bad? I've spent the whole night thinking about it. How different my life would be if I hadn't stole the sausage. When the dawn approached and the sky lit up in shades of pastel, I understood that even the darkest cloud has a silver lining.