HIBERNATE

Chapter 10

  Three days, it's been three days since mama left the house and not once has she called or reached out to any one of us. No one knows where she is or where she could have possibly gone to, we've called everyone we know. At the house we're back to our routine but it's worse, it's never been this bad and no one really knows how to handle it.

  Throughout it all I don't really think I've registered what actually happened, it just feels as if the entire situation was some memory that I just happened to remember and now I can't get it out of my head. Did all of that really happen three nights ago? Did my mother really leave our house at 2am in the morning? This is all too much for me to process.

  School has been a blur and my friends are starting to worry but I just tell them that I've caught a bug or something. I've not told anyone about the situation at home and I'd like for it to stay that way. The twins are trying their best to handle the situation but it's taking a toll on them, even they don't know what to do. Tyler has been to the boxing arena all these three nights in a row and from the way he boxes you can tell that he's really stressed out. As for me, I don't say and just keep my emotions to myself. What's there to say anyways, they fought and she left it's pretty simple to me.

  It's the fifth day today and I've just left school. I'm too tired to go to the factory with all that's going on so I just head right home. When I get home I notice the door is unlocked and think it's probably Mike back early today. But it's not Mikey when I walk in and instead I see Mum's purse sitting on the table along with her phone. I don't move, I just stand and stare at the items as if they're alien objects until I hear footsteps coming from the kitchen.

  Looking up my mother looks at me with the brightest smile on her face as if it's just another day and I stand there confused. She wipes her hands with a kitchen towel and I take note that she's making dinner and I get even more confused. Is it possible that I really did imagine all of it? It's a thought, but when I look to the side and notice the missing vase that used to sit there before all of this happened, I know it was no dream. In my confused state I didn't even realize I spoke until the words were out.

  "Hey mama." I stare dumbly at her not really knowing what else to say.

  "Hey sweetie, how was school?" She drops the towel on the table and continues to smile at me.

  "It was good." I don't wait for her to come up with something else and make a dash for the stairs up to my room. I drop my bag on the floor and sit on the bed trying to process this whole thing. Jesus, what in the world is going on? I take a shower and don't leave my room, I have no idea what to say or how to act right now so the smartest thing to do is just stay away.

  After sometime I hear the front door open and close, soon after footsteps come bounding up the stairs and Tyler walks into my room. He stays at the door watching trying to gauge my reaction and I stay stoic giving nothing away. After a while he shuts the door behind him and takes a seat on the bed beside me.

  "Hey Kitten." I stare at him and he stares back then I nod as a form of acknowledgement.

  "Did you see mum when you came home?" I nod.

  "Did you talk to her?" Again I nod.

  "Everything's okay then?"

  "That a trick question or what?" But then I see it and I know what's coming.

  "Look Mum's back now and everything's going to go back to normal so just leave it as it is."

  "Right, of course just act like nothing happened right?"

  "Yeah, can you do that?"

  "Yeah, I can do that." But that's a lie because I can't and I won't. They have to see that this entire thing is wrong and that they can't just keeping acting like nothing's wrong. For God's sake everything is wrong, the whole god damn thing. But I don't say a word as I watch Tyler get up and leave the room, if they won't do something about it then I will. Because I am not okay with this.

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Confliction is a disease that'll suck you dry if you make it your life line. Unfortunately, it happens to be my recipe for the morning. For a moment I think that maybe I should leave things the way they are, and that it's none of my business. But how can I when directly or not it involves me, me and everyone else living in this house. For a moment I'm sad because I couldn't have a normal family like everyone else, then melancholy kicks in and I start to feel bad for myself. Then anger so intense I almost stomp down the stairs to demand answers from my parents. Confliction, what a curse.

  It's already 6am and I'm laid down staring at the ceiling not really thinking. What's there to think about? This isn't a life, this torture but what's there to be done when you do not have control over certain things. Tyler's been gone since last night, I'm guessing he went boxing and honestly I could throw a few punches myself. Michael left early than usual with the excuse that he has some paperwork that needs tending but the truth is he doesn't want to be around when it all goes down. I'm no different but i don't have an excuse so I'm just going to have to deal.

  When seven o'clock rolls in, I'm out of bed and doing my business. Getting dressed and putting my shoes on I decide that if this family feels that it's okay to go around acting like nothing's wrong, I don't see why they should have a problem with my new found attitude. Heading downstairs I realize that Dad's also gone, such loving family members I have. Mum's in the kitchen moving around doing stuff but I don't say a word. Grabbing the cereal box and milk, I make myself breakfast and eat in silence without acknowledging my mother when she comes around. When I'm done, I take the bowl to the sink and rinse it out and then I'm out the door without a single word.

  It's a bit cold outside but I could hardly tell the difference when I make my way down the steps. Across the street is our neighbor and I shout out a good morning to her. Turning around to begin my walk to school I hear my name being called out and when I look back it's mama.

  "Come inside for a minute." She says shutting the door behind her and then I make my way back in. Inside she's already pulled a chair out and is seated waiting for me. A lot of scenarios played out in my mind as to why she called me back inside but never did I expect what was about to be thrown at me, and the words, that's something I'll never forget.

  "You think you're so grown now, walking around like you own the place or something. You've grown so much so that you can't even greet your own mother but you greet a stranger right. You think I need you? You think I need any of you and that useless dad of yours? Well I don't, I don't need any of you and if you think I'm gonna stop living because of you guys then you're insanely stupid. Now you're gonna walk out that door and you're not gonna look back. If you do come back I'll bring down he'll onto you in this house. Now get out, get out of my house."

  Words, they hurt like a bitch and each one was a bite to the soul but I didn't say a word. I turned back around and walked out of the house. What happened to me is what I'd like to call the "SRR".

  First I was in shock because I still couldn't believe that that had actually happened and my own mother had said such words to me, her daughter. Then I went from shock to relief so intense that I actually laughed. Relief that for the first time in almost forever someone was being honest and not doing the whole routine thing. It was short lived though because I started crying as realization sunk in. My mother just kicked me out of the house. Damn!!

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