Safe

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

"Ready to go?" I asked Drake.

"Sure," he smiled, but I could tell he was nervous. I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Baby, don't worry. Everything's going to turn out just fine, we'll get through it together."

Drake smiled gratefully, and then opened the door to the passenger side of his truck for me.

We were on our way to visit his mother and try to work things out. Even though he would never admit it, I knew he missed her. For the past few weeks he had been living with us. Dad started dating the red haired nurse who attended to me in the hospital. Her name turned out to be Willow, and it suited her much better than Pippi. She was great, and I seriously doubted that she was working for someone like Erick, like Amy was.

"So do you know what you're going to say to her?"

"Nah, I'm just gonna wing it."

We fell silent again, and soon the ten minute drive was over. We hopped out if the car, and he gave my hand a nervous little squeeze. I looked up at the little white stone house, and we approached the deep blue door.

"It's now or never," he muttered, and rang the doorbell. It echoed loudly throughout the house, and we heard a voice screech, "Coming!"

Soon, the door opened up, and a weary looking Ms. Collins stuck her head out. She was holding a cell phone against her ear with her shoulder. She looked at each of us, face completely void of any and all emotion.

"Uh, Debra? I'm gonna have to call ya back," she mumbled, and hung up without waiting for a reply. She set it on a little table against the wall behind her, and folded her arms against her chest.

Her hair was up in blue and pink curlers. I noticed that she was also wearing a robe over her pajamas and bunny slippers on her feet.

I was about to speak when I felt a cold hand slap my face. My head snapped to the side, and tears burned in my eyes. I stared at Ms. Collins, stunned.

"What the hell was that for!?" Drake exploded. His mother shrugged as if slapping her son's girlfriend was an everyday occupancy. I sighed, so much for this evening turning out well.

"It's this whore's fault that you left and almost got yourself killed," she said simply.

Drake clenched his fists, and knew I that if this wasn't his mother, and if I wasn't standing so close, she would already have some nice, fist sized bruises forming.

"Drake?" I asked quietly. They both stared at me, making me feel nervous.

"Yes?" He asked, struggling to stay calm.

"It kinda is my fault you know..." I mumbled.

"Finally this ass wipe makes sense!" Ms. Collins exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"Ass wipe?" I giggled. Ms. Collins' cheeks turned slightly red.

"Yeah," she mumbled, biting back a grin.

"Next time, you should use ass hat. It's a favorite of mine."

Ms. Collins gave me a long, hard stare, and I began to regret replying.

"You know what? Come inside, let's talk," she sighed. Drake seemed shocked, and still angry, but he grabbed my hand, and followed her inside.

We stopped inside the living room. Drake and I sat next to each other on the little couch, and Ms. Collins took the pinstriped recliner in the corner.