Supernatural//[ON HOLD]

Supernatural//1

"Are you ready?" My mother asked lightly, cramming the last of the boxes into the trunk before closing it and climbing into the driver's seat. I leaned against the seat rigidly, hoping to emit an air of hostility and bleakness. The car was crammed and noisy, as always. My older brother occupied the passenger seat up front, saving me from my mother's constant questions and prodding. The repeating of her question jarred me out of my damper thoughts, "I said, are you ready?"

I rolled my eyes, muttering, "Not really." My harsh ambiance was also to be expected. Ever since she informed us of her decision to move our family to Texas, I began acting extremely irritable. You would be too, if you were force to leave your happy life down at the West Coast for some rodeo-scenic life. That would be a little unfair. I've never been to Texas, so I shouldn't judge. Plus, the pictures I've seen on the Internet were enticing.

My mom works for a well-known fashion company; the pay was good and the hours were manageable but I guess she wanted to work at a more exotic state (how she turned down the offer to Hawaii, I didn't understand), so as soon as the construction for another company were done in Texas, my mother immediately jumped at the job offer as Vice-President and moved our little family down south.

As you can already guessed, I don't approve of her decision but since I'm not yet eighteen, I have to live by her rules. I don't have any say in where I want to live or if I want to move or not. But I can tell you I put up a fight. However, in the end, it didn't matter.

"What was that?" She asked lowly, voice weary.

I suppressed a sigh, and corrected my answer, "Nothing, Mom."

My older brother, Andy, met my eyes in the rear-view mirror and shook his head, pleading for me to stop. He sensed the hectic state our mom's in and is doing everything he can to make things easier for her. I admire his proficiency at being the man of the house. I knew it couldn't be easy. But he had claimed the role after our father died and worked mercilessly to provide for us whenever our mom's unavailable. I nodded meekly, promising to ease up and cut her some slack.

She started the car, reversed out of the driveway, paused for a moment to etched the life we're throwing away in her head and drove off.

I slipped in my earbuds, turned my iPod on full blast and let the music drown out my remorse.

 ...

We made a couple of pit stops before arriving in Texas. Opting to stop for the night, we found the nearest hotel in El Paso and checked in before continuing the road trip all the way down to Houston.

I offered to pay for the room but Andy interjected with his own money. I scowled and shoved my wallet back in my pocket  while our mom double-locked the car doors. We shuffled up to our room and sat on the bed, chatting lowly.

"I could've paid for the rooms." I chided him with a look.

He shrugged, glancing at the doors. "That's your money."

"So?"

"Just forget it, okay?" He stood up and shuffled to the bathroom.

I rubbed my pounding temples, searched through my bags for an Advil, gulping it down with the hotel's complimentary water bottles and leaned my head against the headboard, waiting for my mom to show. "Whatever." I winched as the movement caused another ripple of pain to surge through my head.

"You should get some sleep." My mom suggested, coming into the room and slipping off her sweater.

Macy Kyle is an independent woman; intelligent, beautiful, caring, and insouciant. That was her nature. But lately, she became more and more distant and frantic. Always worrying about the bills, the kids, her job, the house. Money was a constant factor in her stress though we have more than enough thanks to my father's will. Her once powerful physique dimmed slightly throughout years of lassitude and nonsensical worries. Her wavy, auburn hair now has a twinge of gray mixed in the strands; even her hairstyle changed from loose and natural waves to a tight and trenchant chignon. Her cheeks sunk slightly and we can see her cheekbones through her translucent-like skin. Her eyes, once sparkling and enthusiastic, changed dramatically after our father's death; they're now lifeless and dull.