I kept having this recurring dream. We were attacked; me and Alexandria. We were in a car being robbed. It was weird because I can never drive.
Alexandria was in the back in her carseat, crying, she wouldn't stop crying. I was in the driver's seat. The mugger was outside, holding a gun to my head, screaming for me to get out. What do I do? We're boxed in.
I could hit him with the door, then I'd be shot. I could hit him and get out, try to fight him. Or get out and grab Alexandria and run.
But do I undo all the buckles and take the carseat? Or just the one on her?
Every time the dream ends, I could never make a decision in time.
I had been home for a couple days now. I was being vindictive and didn't tell Indra I was back.
I took Alexandria to get ice cream with Brian. She asked me a lot of questions about my "mama and papa." She's still afraid I'm going to leave her and the others for them.
Mom and Brian asked a lot of questions too. "What were they like? Did they feed you properly? Did you take your medications?" All that.
I told them they were kind. How we'd play games, eat nice meals and talk with each other. I told them I was like Mama in appearance, but like Ezra in mannerisms.
Not personality. Because mine was warped all those years ago.
Early Saturday morning someone knocked on the door. I opened it because I was closer.
"Oh," I groaned. It was Indra.
"Luc I had no idea you were home." He started. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh!" I tilted my head, "you wanna talk about not tellin' someone something?"
"You ignored me the whole time I was gone!" I said.
"You've never been supportive of it this once!"
Indra didn't say anything.
I shook my head and put my hand on the door.
"Goodbye Indra." I began to close the door.
He put his hand out and stopped it. I groaned and opened the door again.
"You gonna tell me why you've been a dick?" I asked.
"No." Indra said.
"Then go away." I said.
"No."
"Don't start that."
Indra blinked.
"Luc, about your..." He stopped.
"About my what?" I asked. He shook his head.
"If you want to be in a relationship you have to communicate." I told him.
"So either tell me, or leave."
"Of course I support you!" Indra groaned.
"Yes, you support me. Not me finding the rest of my family."
"What more do you need?" He asked. Did he seriously ask me that?
I huffed and came out onto the porch with him.
"You should support me in everything I do. I'd do it for you." I shut the door.
"What's so wrong with me finding my family? Are you feeling left out? Fine. Come with us to Louisiana."
"It's not that." He said.
"Then what?"
Indra looked away, fidgeting a little.
