Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER FORTY - ONE | Draven's True Intentions
"MOM, CAN I TALK to you for a second?"
Mom had been furiously scrubbing the scab of gravy from the countertile when my question led her out from her reverie of wanting a clean kitchen. Her hair were pulled under a white thermal cap, allowing only a couple of strands to web around her face.
"Uh huh," she murmured with great concentration, teeth gritted to its utmost.
"I got into an accident-"
Mom froze, letting the wipe fall. Slightly bending down to grab the wipe for her, I frowned. She hadn't uttered a single word in the last two minutes. If this were to happen unexpectedly, I had expected from her to hit me or to yell but there was nothing from her side. Cold as the eff-word.
I continued anyways. "-with Savannah. It wasn't serious or anything, though. Sherif came and you know Tessa. She was there too but since the accident, I've been having these really vivid, unexplainable visions. Sometimes, I hear voices. They sound familiar, yet so unfamiliar at times. It's-It's really hard to explain--difficult because I haven't experienced any of those things before. I haven't. I know. "
"Voices?" Mom's gaze hardened. "What...voices?"
Leaning on the countertop, I let my head down. "Voices calling my name. It sounded like a girl saying my name but then it could be Savannah too. I'm not sure if that was her or simply my-"
"Specify, you stupid child."
Annoyed to the core, I clenched my jaw. "Mom," I dragged. "Listen. I saw red before the car accelerated and got out of control. A brief, flash of red and I was out. Am I being driven to the brink of sanity and slowly falling into the endless pit of insanity?"
"Has the accident affected a part of your mind, Baz? Does it hurt if you put too much pressure on it while thinking of all this?"
I bowed my head further. Of course, she wouldn't understand.
"No, in all honesty, has it been hurting?"
"Has it ever occurred to you, Mom, that the joke is over and it was never funny to begin with?" I snapped.
Woah.
What is wrong with me?
Her brows dipped forward, the righteous guise dropping off of her face to disclose an appalled looking expression. Anyone could tell that I hadn't meant those words and that she hadn't been blatantly offended by by my tone but then, were her expressions for real?
