Him

Vapor

My mom wasn't home when we got there. Everything was just how I left it.

Matt walked straight to his room and left me to my own devices.

The atmosphere didn't feel quite right, something was wrong, something was missing. I had a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach.

This isn't like all the times before, something was wrong. Very wrong.

A couple hours passed and the quiet voice in the back of my head won't shut up.

A knock on the front door pulled me from my thoughts. I walked to the door and opened it.

Two people in suits were standing outside.
"May I help you?" I asked looking between them.

One was a man, middle aged. His hair was turning Grey and the other was a women. She was young. Her auburn hair was pulled into a tight, professional bun on the top of her head.

"Ms. Clayson?" the man asks. I nod, a little bit confused.

"I'm Mr. Addams and this is Mrs. Johnson. Is your mother home?" the man introduced.

"No, sorry." I answer

"Do you know where she is?"

"No, why?"

"We're her probation officers, the number she gave us isn't working. When last was she home?"

Hold the phone, my mom's on probation? No wonder she isn't fucking here. Goddamn.

"A night or so ago,"

They looked at each other and sighed, they thanked me for my time and left.