"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"Well then show me because right now you are just like every guy out here."
Serena's path has crossed with Chuck Clayton and her life has never been the same. But will the Southside girl and former Riverdale bad boy make it...
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I pull up to Mom's house, dreading the conversation I have to have with her about dad's death. I turn the engine off and my hands are shaking, not allowing me to leave the car. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, reciting a poem to help me calm my nerves.
No one's awake
but us, and a bird.
The day's too beautiful
to speak a word.
I recite it a few times until my breathing becomes normal and my hands stop shaking. Stepping out the car, I clutch the evidence about dad's death and walk towards the door. Remembering that I had the keys still to her house, I unlock the door and survey the living room. I hear faint music coming from the kitchen so I make my way there.
"Mom?" I call out to her. "It's me Serena. We need to talk."
Silence.
The back door is open and I go out to the back and looking for my mom.
"Mom?" I call her name four times.
Getting frustrated, I pull out my phone and I get ready to call her when something catches my eye. Something that makes my heart stop. The old shed in our backyard is open. No one has gone in there since Dad died. I walk slowly to the slightly ajar door and I turn on the flashlight on my phone and have pepper spray in another hand. I hear shuffling, almost sounding like clucking noises and I barge in ready to attack whatever is inside. I see a dark hooded figure who quickly turns around and shouts with a gun in her hand.
"Jesus Serena. What the hell?!" A familiar voice scolds me pulling off her hood.
I take a deep breath of relief and lean against the wall, only to be startled by a chicken clucking in my ear.
"Whoa. Sorry mom, I've been calling you trying to find you. What are you doing in Dad's shed with chickens?"
"I'm raising them," My mom said nonchalant, wiping the sweat off her forehead. "I'm bored and you don't live with me anymore so I gotta do something."
"Mom I'm sure you find other things to do than raising chickens," I snort.
"Ha ha ha," Mom mimics me handing me a basket with gloves.
"Put those gloves on and start grabbing eggs," Mom orders me.
"Yes ma'am."
30 minutes later we are in the kitchen with eggs organized in 3 baskets.
"I need you to take this over to Pop's. I told him I would help him about a bit with some eggs," Mom states wiping more sweat off her face.
"Alright you need to sit down," I reach out to her and guide her to a chair.
I grab a cup and fill it up with alkaline water handing it to her. I watch her take long sips and then she cocks her head back and exhales.
"That hit the spot," Mom exclaims rubbing her hands together.
