The Devil's Order ||ON HOLD||

Chapter 5

Mom removed her hand bag and dropped it on the table.
  She opened it and rummaged through it as if she was looking for something.

She then pulled out a wad of money and counted it.

"Thirty dollars," she muttered.

I didn't say anything but decided to keep a bored look on my face.

She smiled at me and carried her hand bag from the table.

"We're going shopping," she said.

"What?" I gaped. "Oh come on mom..."

"Let's go," she says and walks to the door.

"Let me go change," I say and dash to my room.

I heard her say; "If you're not back in two minutes then forget about your dinner,"

I sighed wearily.

I thought about the book, I guess I'll have to wait a little longer.

My closet was messed up, although I had planned to arrange it today.

I pulled out some neat clothes and put them on.

I wiped the lenses of my glasses clean.

I sighed again. "I hate shopping,"

The supermarket for some unexplainable reason was located at the outskirts of town which is odd to say the least.

I sighed and groaned.

Mom was sitting on the dinner table writing something.

"Uh..what's that?" I asked.

She looks at me. "The grocery list"

"Ohhhh,"

She scribbled some more and then threw it into her hand bag.

She looks at me funny. "Good gracious, you can't go in the supermarket looking like that,"

"What?" I ask. "The shirt's pretty good,"

"No silly, your face."

"Yeah," I say. "Why don't I stay at home?"

She gives me one of her looks.

"Oh come on!" I threw my hands in the air. "Why can't Natalie or Patricia come with you...why me?"

Mom took a deep breath. "Because I love you, Chad."

I sigh and run my hand through my black hair. "Fine. I guess a little time with you couldn't hurt at all."

She laughs a little. "Come on, let's go fix you up."

"I'm not a car," I laugh. "By the way where is Derek?"

"Work."

"Right," I say. "He's probably in a strip club."

"Chad?"

"Sorry."

After a few minutes, mom had cleaned up my bruises and I made her swear that Seth wouldn't tell Principal Roy about the bullies.

"Maybe I would," she said. "Or maybe I wouldn't."

I laugh. Mom really did something. My face looked good as new.

Except for my eyes.

There was a little red underneath them.

But they were to faint for someone to notice.

"Let's go," mom says like we were going on a road trip.

I put my hand in my pockets and followed mom to the garage where her sienna was parked.