MOM'S EARLY MORNING RUN
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!
I jump from my bed startled by the loud ringing of the alarm.
4:30AM
My bedside clock read.
That's right. Whenever I sleep at my mom's place, I have to wake up everytime by 4:30 for her early morning run. How I love my life.
Note the sarcasm there.
I live the most complicated life in the world. Being son to a cop and at the same time a drug lord. My mom's the cop and my dad's the drug lord. They are divorced but have 50-50 custody over me but since neither of them have time for me, I am free to stay with whoever I want whenever I want.
And I dread both places.
Living here with my mom involves time to time interrogation, which she by the way calls 'casual mother and son' talk. She asks me all of this weird questions, trying to get information about my dad as she feels she has to bring him down and trust me, I don't know if that is work related or personal-feelings related.
And staying at my dad's means having to stay with that witch, Michelle.
Sigh
"Rise and shine sweety. Come on, time to run. The earlier we step out, the earlier we return. Then you can prepare for school" Mom said, her head poked through the small space of my opened room door and her body on the outside.
Just call me the name you gave me already and don't sweety me.
I grab my shoes and open the door wider, side stepping her as I walk out.
"Good morning to you too, jobby" she says.
"Whatever" I mumble.
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It was five minutes past five when we got back home. I went upstairs to quickly shower and brush. I dressed in my normal manner, all black. Mom never ceases to show her hatred over it but dad seems cool with it.
We all know why...
I comb through my hair, staring at myself in the mirror. I am what you will describe at the school's bad boy, having that chiseled jaw, perfectly handsome face, save for the scar I have on my left jaw which I got when I got into a fight with Dad, I tried to prove myself strong and threw the first punch. Well, to cut the long story short, he threw the last punch and after that I only remember waking up in the hospital with a teary eyed mom beside me.
Don't get me wrong, I am not weak he is just stronger.
I pull up my hood, covering my face so that no one can see me and I can only see the floor. I grab my backpack and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Take that shit off young man. How may times will I tell you to stop wearing all-black and also stop wearing your hoodie like some sort of criminal" she said standing in front of me, aggressively yanking my hoodie off.
RIP my hair strands.
"Let me be" I gritted, fist clenched, refusing the urge to shove her aside.
I knew what was coming next....
"SPEAK!!SPEAK UP!! SPEAK LIKE THE MAN YOU ARE!! STOP MUMMURING YOUR WORDS!! STOP SPEAKING IN SYLLABLES OR SAYING ONLY A MAXIMUM OF THREE WORDS!! SPEAK JOBBY!!" She screamed aggressively at me poking my chest at every sentence.
Which by the way felt ticklish. Heehee.
I know you are expecting me to get angry and run away or break something, but that something only a normal guy with a normal name will do.
I am used to keeping to myself all the time. Saying all I need to say with my inside voice.
The most words I say are to her, my mom, which she clearly don't appreciate.
I glance at the clock by our left. It was already 6:03.
All these time killing drama I am posed with everyday.
Sigh.
I always leave the house to school everyday by six, take the longest route to school, which will take approximately 30 mins using car, 45 minutes if I halfrun and halfwalk and an hour and fifteen minutes if I walk slowly and that only happens when I am trying to clear my mind or I am sad.
I side-step her, smirking when she couldn't see me because I knew how angry she was right now as I acted like I didn't understand a word she just spoke even after that heart felt aggression. I grabbed a bottle of water and an apple and walk past her, heading out.
"I took the liberty of packing your things. I may not be home when you get back from school so make sure you are with your spare key. See you next week." She said walking behind me.
I continued to walk not even bothering to look back.
Note to self : Unpack and repack what mom packed.
The last time she packed my stuffs when I was going over to Dad's, she bugged my bag so she could see and hear all that was going on. But since my dad knew the devil he once married, he searched me thoroughly manually and with a detector, eventually finding out her evil plan.
The thing is that mom doesn't know that dad's figured her out already and he uses that to his advantages, occasionally spilling out "Secret information" in front of the bugged bag.
And that is why she always ends up on a ghost hunt.
I smile lightly enjoying the early morning breeze. I didn't have to pull my hood back up because I wasn't close to school yet.
I cut into my favourite alley, it's the darkest of the other alleys on my long route to school. I love this alley because it reminds me of myself, dark, empty, lonely and d.....
I stand face to face, only three feet apart,with another person but I can't make out who.
I am surprised because I have been using this alley for the past three years now and I haven't seen a single soul and besides this silhouette looks like a girl's, which is rare and unusual
We stand there for a long time, each person refusing to talk. Mine is explainable, I never talk but this......
The person turns and scurry away while I stand there confused.
