SUMMER'S RAIN

CHAPTER 13

“It was on the ground where we found you. I picked it up…I thought you may want it.”

“Um…yea…Sorry, I forgot about that.  I was using it as a flash light while I was in the ally."

“That was a good idea I guess.”

“Yeah I thought so too. Can you imagine my surprise when out of know where my eye sight changed and I could see everything as if it were daylight. On top of that the thing after me looked like it came straight from Hell. Oh wait a minute I almost forgot Lisa said it was a demon. So I guess it did come from Hell.” I knew I was being sarcastic, but I couldn’t help it. “If you don't mind I'm going to call my parents now before we eat or talk anymore.” Looking down at my phone I hit contacts, then click on my mom’s number.

Case puts his hand over my hand and the phone. I look up realizing at some point he had moved from his seat at the head of the table and now occupied the seat next to mine. I don't pull my hand away from his matter fact I sort of like the feel of his hands touching mine. I felt the same electricity running through my body as I did the last time Case touched me.

“Lana I told you already your parents don't know you anymore. I’m sorry, really I am. That phone is not working. The people you call parents never bought you a phone because you aren't theirs. Their time line has changed I picked up the phone for you because I thought you may like to have it. You know as a way to help you remember your old life with. The phone still has all your pictures on it.”

“Thank you Case that was nice of you, please don't take this the wrong way I do appreciate what you have all done for me truly I do, but you can't expect I'm just going to take your word for all this? I need to speak to my mom and dad. I have to know they're not worrying about me. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” Case nods his head letting me know he understands. I hit the two on my phone again but it won’t dial out. “Would you mind if I use your phone” I asked him. He gives me his phone without saying a word. “Thank you.” I reply as I begin dialing my parent’s phone number.

I need to hear my mom or dad's voice I need to know for myself they're not out looking for me worried to death I might be dead somewhere. My mom answers on the fourth ring. She doesn’t sound in the least bit upset, so I went for it. “Hey mom it's me Lana. I wanted to let you guys know I’m alright and will be heading home in a while.” The voice on the other end of the phone gives a light laugh before speaking.

“I'm sorry sweetie but I don't have a daughter; I'm afraid you have the wrong number.”

I feel my heart breaking a little more. "SS…Sorry” I eventually stutter out to my mom trying not to cry. “Could you tell me what number I dialed?" I listen as my mom calls out our home phone number. Knowing everything Case had told me is true. I’ll never again have the opportunity to have another discussion with my mother. My dad will never again lecture me about becoming an adult. I’ll never argue with my brothers again over stupid shit. I am nothing to any of them anymore. In that one moment my heart felt like it stopped beating and shattered, I had no one. After she called the number out I told her I was sorry for bothering her. My Mom being the wonderful person she is tells me in her soft friendly voice "that’s alright sweetie, I dial wrong numbers all the time.” I hold back the tears trying to spring free from my eyes, I promised myself in the bathroom I wouldn't cry in front of these people and I’ll be damned if I’m going to. I have no intention of breaking down I am stronger than that. I tilt my head back blinking my eyes to get my tears under control. I close Case’s phone giving it back to him. Putting my head back down, I see Case looking at me. “Well, you’re right they don't have a daughter, or they don't have one they can remember any way."

“I'm sorry Lana but I did tell you.”

“Yeah I guess you did” I say sarcastically. Case didn’t raise his voice or act like he is upset with me for the way I am speaking to him. He continues to look at me as if it really hurts him to see me upset. “Look” I say lowering my voice “Could you please tell me what’s going on?” Before he can speak the door opens up, a man brings food out on a cart. He looks over at me smiling. He is an older man maybe in his late fifty’s he has on wire-rimmed glasses he has a kind face with a few wrinkles. He looks at me and says “you are beautiful misses just like your mother.” “Thank you” I said, before realizing he is probably referring to my birth mother not my mom. To which I care nothing about and don’t want to look anything like her. It isn’t this man’s fault he is just trying to be nice, so I give him a smile never saying anything to his comment. The food he places in front of us looks and smells wonderful. The plates are filled with pasta covered in tomato sauce topped with chicken and shrimp. There is a bowl holding Texas toast. I feel as well as hear my stomach growling letting me know how hungry I really am. I hear Case laughing so I look over at him, before saying “sorry maybe we should eat before we talk.” Smiling Case tells me he thinks that might be a good idea.