Chapter 4
"Wait you're going by yourself?" Chris asks me two hours later.
"Yes, I believe I just said that."
"But Catherine, don't you think that it's a little risky?"
"Why are you fighting me on this?" I raise my voice.
"I don't know, it just doesn't feel right to me," he says.
"Well this isn't about you, is it Chris?" I start yelling. "Zach is my son. I'm going to deal with him the way I want!"
"Okay, okay sorry," he says, backing down. "How are you going to get there?" he asks calmly.
"Well, I was thinking of walking," I reply sarcastically. Clearly he doesn't appreciate it. "I was going to take a plane," I say more seriously.
"When are you going to leave?" he asks.
"As soon as I can."
"Your plane leaves in thirty minutes," he tells me, with a smile and he hands me my ticket.
"Thanks Chris, you're the best," I say, grab my ticket and leave to pack my bag.
An hour later on the plane, I'm trying to think of a plan. I don't know where he's staying so I can't wait for him there. I can't stake out his school because some people might get suspicious. I can't follow him and confront him on the street because he might try to run and I don't have any back up. I have a few more elaborate plans but I don't really think they're very helpful at keeping a low profile. So I sit here for four hours on the plane going over the few options I have. By the fifth hour I have my plan.
When I enter the school there's a distinct smell that I can't quite place at this time. It's a mixture of new paint and moldy food, probably from the lockers. I walk past the boys who are checking me out, the envious girls who are looking at my stiletto boots and head straight into the office. On the plane, I had studied the school's blueprints. There are only three main exits, all of which are close to the office so if Zach decides to make a break for it, I can catch him.
When the secretary notices me standing there she says, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm here to pick up my son," I tell.
"Would you like me to call him to the office?"
"Thank you, that would be lovely. His name is Zach Goode." I say as politely as I can.
"What do you want me to tell him?" she asks. She sounds like she needs a good coffee.
"Tell him his mother is here."
I can feel the devilish smile spreading across my face but I'm powerless to stop it.
A/N: And that's all she wrote, well that's all I wrote but you get my point (hopefully). I had so much fun writing this story and I hope everyone who read it enjoyed it too. Thanks for reading :)
