Silence always bothered me. Since my mother wasn’t speaking, I reached for the radio. Apart from the sound of the car, the sound of the rain was me nervous.
“Don't even think about it,” she warned me.
I rolled my eyes and pressed the on button of the radio. She was angry. Her fingers were wiggling on the steering wheel. Disturbing noises rose from the radio. I frowned.
“I need silence.”
“I don’t like silence.”
The situation we were in was serious. She wasn't call me "Eloi". She was calling my full name. She turned off the radio. I saw her eyeballs flicker in the uncertain light. She was about to cry. She bit his lips and straightened his back. She was trying to look strong, but I knew her.
“Mom, we are need a long talking.”
“You have to tell me why we ran away. We cannot delay this conversation any longer.”
The car jolted for a moment. Looking ahead, I noticed that fog had appeared. “It's like we’re in a horror movie,” I muttered. “Don’t. I’m angry enough.”
I took refuge in silence. She came home worried. We just packed our essentials and a few items of clothing. She put me in the car without any explanation. She didn’t answer any of my questions as we drove away from where we live. If she had answered my questions instead of glossing over, I wouldn’t have been so nervous. I was hate the unknown and losing control.
"If you one day ever hate me, just know that I did everything to protect you."
"Is the car going to topple soon? Because that's what happens in thrillers."
“I’m not kidding, Eloi.”
“Me too. You are not acting normal. Why do you expect normal reactions from me?”
She averted his gaze. I guess she didn't have an answer. She took a deep breath. She wanted to hide her nervousness, she wasn't like to show her feelings on me.
“We’re going back to Sitka.”
She wanted to draw my attention to a different subject, I was aware.
“I thought you hated it there.”
“I don’t hate, I just don’t have good memories.”
“Were you always this quick-witted?”
She had given up. I was smarter than she thought. Our journey would end somewhere. We would have to give the speech he resisted. I was impatiently waiting.
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