"Mom! Please! Just one more shirt?" I begged my mom. We were school shopping. I swear if I got this one shirt.. my life would be complete.
Well I mean along with all the other outfits she had bought me today.
"Fine!"
Yes! I whispered to myself. She gave in.
"Ahhh! thank you thank you! I love you!" I attacked her with a hug.
That's when the explosion happened. My mother grabbed me, shielding me in her arms, like any momma bear would do.
Until she pushed me out of the way, I hit the floor hard. Turning, just in time to watch my mother being crushed by a piece of the second floor falling onto her. I screamed. I ran over to her. Her hand stuck out. I reached for it. I tried to lift the heavy concrete off of her.. but it was to late & I was too weak.
I screamed for help, but it was chaos around me. People running and screaming around me, running for there own lives.
It was no use. She was Dead.
I was not leaving my mother. I held her hand.
"Mom, I love you.. I promise we'll get threw this. You and Me."
Tears ran down my face. A teenager ran past me. A boy. He could help me.
"Hey! you! please help me! please my mom is stuck."
He shook his head, with a sincere apology, look on his face.
"I'm sorry." he whispered, but I was able to hear him over the loudness. I looked into his eyes, noticing there was a scar from his mid cheek to his ear, like a knife had been there.
His eyes were a hazel, & with that he had taken off.
I was left, holding my mothers hand.
A few hours had passed by before firemen and police officers reached us. My dad being a detective, was called when I was found.. putting up a fight refusing to leave my mother.
He pryed my hand from hers. Telling me it would be alright.
I whispered goodbye to her... we left the scene.
My father held my crying self, while we watched the news. The department store had been bombed they said.
My mother was one.. of the many that died that day.
I was 10, & left without a mother.
I Promised mom at her funeral I would find her killers..
One way or another.
I'm 17 now, Today's my moms anniversary. She died seven years ago today.
I got a call from a few of my dad's buddies from the FBI, they think they found my mother's killers.
But.. they need my help.
My father doesn't approve, but I really don't give a shit.
I made my mother a promise, one I wasn't going to break.
I told them I would do it.
So, here I am, in a new high school, in the middle of junior year, heading to my first period on my first day.
It was part of the assignment.
I walked in greeting the teacher.
"Hello, Ryder, very interesting name. You may take a seat in the back. Our last available seat."
I turned around, finding the last available seat with my eyes, and who was sitting next to it?
Jason Mccann.
Just the boy I was looking for...
I would get to his brother, Alex, one way or another.
I was not breaking my promise to my mother...