Let Me Be Your Mom

Zack stood from the bed. There Ray was on her side sleeping. She looked like an angel just sleeping in his sheets. He wanted to gag at such a girly thought. The way her hair was seemed to wrap around her tanned skin, he couldn't help but stare. He could clearly see his name on her chest at the moment. His hand pulled up the blanket to keep her warm. Caressing her face softly, he turned to walk out the room. He refused to use those damned crutches anymore. His steps were slow but purposeful. There was something about recovering from his injuries that made him want to get better faster. There was nothing wrong with his legs but the holes in them. From what he knew, they had been repaired by metal balls to keep the bones from spreading apart. His ribs and flesh were not as unscathed. He walked out the door of the house to see the sun shining on their lawn. The grass needed to be cut. But it wouldn't be done today. He let his eyes travel around his area until he saw her standing there. She was leaned up against her car, her arms folded. Today's outfit consisted of shorts and a bikini top. It was hot outside so he understood the lack of clothing but still. Sunglasses adored her face but he knew who she was. Slowly walking off the steps of the porch he walked to her car. She smiled at him as she opened the door.

"Are you ready?" she asked as he sat down carefully.

He shrugged. "Let's get this shit over with."

She nodded closing the door.

He watched her walk over to her side of the car. What was with her and these skimpy outfits? People were bound to talk or try some shit with her. After he had seen her kill that crime boss, he had no worries that she could handle herself since he was still injured. "Why the fuck don't you ever wear any real clothes? Damn, it's like every time I see you, you're damn near naked. How the actual fuck old are you?"

She chuckled. "I didn't the first time we met either dumbass. You were what nine asking me the same damn questions. I'm not entirely sure why you continue to ask that either. I do what the fuck I want." She pulled out onto the road to drive to their destination.

"Answer the question bitch."

Her hand came up and smacked his cheek lightly, her hand careful of his scars. "Zack-kun, I'm 35." She smiled deviously.

"I knew you were a damn witch!" he hollered pointing in her face.

"I'm not a damn witch dickhead. I just take care of myself." She shrugged smacking his hand out of her face.

"Sam, I swear to God, you are a damn witch. What the shit do you mean you just take care of yourself?" he continued to yell in complete astonishment.

"Just shut the hell up damn. I just fucking told you that I take care of myself!" she yelled back.

"What does that mean?!" He yelled again.

Sam felt a vein form in her forehead. "Zack-kun, I've been looking the exact fucking same as you remember me to be." She growled.

He was quiet.

"You're telling me you don't remember me Zack-kun? My feelings are definitely hurt." She faked sobbed.

"Shut the hell up." He hissed. He remembered her just fine.

She chuckled. "It's only natural. You ran away from me before I could really take care of you. I always wondered what had happened to you. But to reunite with you now feels strange. I'm glad you found someone to take care of you." Her eyes looked up at the rearview mirror. She turned into the driveway of her house.

He marveled at the massiveness of her house. It was like one of those houses he had seen rich people have. The house was a deep black with black trimming. It suited the neighborhood in elegance but stood out as well. She turned the car off only to get out of it. He opened the door, and with her help, he got out as well. She walked up to her door to press the code in. The door opened by itself and she waited by the door. He took his time to get up the steps as he stared at how her lawn was well taken care of. The house itself was well taken care of. She had black chairs on the patio with black cushions but they looked like just decoration. He had just made it up the stairs to her when a voice yelled out.

"Hey Laura!" someone hollered.

Sam turned to the person. "Oh hey, Mrs. Robertson." She smiled answering in English, placing herself in front of Zack.

"Oh Laura, why is it you never have a shirt on?" Mrs. Robertson asked.

Sam looked down at herself. "My nipples are covered this time Mrs. Robertson." She sighed.

"But you know the other neighbors talk right? Mr. Gusto said he saw you sunbathing naked."

Sam rolled her eyes. "I don't give a damn what any of them have to say. As for Mr. Gusto, if he stopped peeking through my fence, he wouldn't have anything to worry about. What is it you need Mrs. Robertson?'

"I was just coming over to remind you of the meeting for the neighborhood watch tomorrow night. Will you be in attendance?" Mrs. Robertson asked, her eyes trying to see the person behind her.

"I will not be. I plan to be elsewhere tomorrow." She smiled grabbing Zack's arm.

Mrs. Robertson nodded. "Who is the person behind you?"

Sam mentally rolled her eyes. "He's my son. He just came back from the military." She answered lying smoothly.

"Oh, your son? I knew you had one but you never talk about him!"

"Yeah… he kind of ran away when he was old enough to go." Sam looked over her shoulder at Zack.

"Well then, I'll leave you to it. It's nice to meet your child." Mrs. Robertson nodded turning to walk back to her house.

Sam ushered Zack in as she watched her go. A sigh escaped her as one of her butlers brought her a pad. Cameras were set up all over for her protection. She watched the old hag for a moment before handing it back. She smiled at him as he sat on the couch. "You need a drink or something?"

"Do you have pop?" he asked.

"James, can you please get my guest a pop?"

"Of course sir." James was a 6'3" beefy macho man in a suit.

"Thank you, James." She smiled at him slyly.

"What the fuck was that about?" he asked rubbing on the couch.

"My neighbors are just nosey."

Zack nodded seemingly accepting her answer as he stared at her living room in awe. There were pictures of her all over the world. His eyes caught sight of him and her when he was nine. The memory had come forth. He was running away still covered in blood from killing those two people that killed that old man. Their money was in his pocket so he could at least eat but no one would sell anything to him. That was till he bumped into her. She had been strolling around when he bumped into her. And strangely she had the same attire on as she did now. He fell while she staggered slightly. Her hand reached out for him as she grabbed his hand. He tried to fight her but her touch was gentle. She told him it was okay and that she would help him. Taking him to a buffet, she paid for him to eat till his heart stopped. She didn't eat, just watched him. He didn't say much to her and she didn't ask. After dinner, she took him to her home and went to get him fresh bandages to change out of the dirty ones. He insisted that he change his own bandages but she subdued him and did it herself. He watched her face, watched to see if the disgust was there but it wasn't. She nodded at his scars as she wrapped him up once more. After, she sent him to bed while she cleaned up. Why had he run away from her? She was nothing but kind to him. No, he knew why. Nine years old and he had four bodies to his name already. Killing felt good. It made him feel powerful. She didn't deserve to die for he knew he would kill again. So he ran.

"Zack-kun?" Sam called.

He snapped back. "What the hell?"

She placed his pop on the table next to him. "What are you daydreaming about?" she asked sitting across from him with a notepad.

Zack looked back at the picture. "Why the fuck do you have this damn picture?"

She didn't look up from her notepad as a smile slid across her face. "You were so cute when you were young. Those wide eyes were wild with survival and fear. I loved that one of them was gold and the other a brown hazel kind of color." A sigh escaped her. "I prayed for you every day that you would be okay and make it till adulthood. And here you are now grown with a significant other surviving with a job of your own."

"Why do you even care that much about it?"

"Why do you care that I care?" She cheesed.

Zack frowned. "Do what the fuck you want." He cracked open the pop.

"So tell me how you and Ray-Ray met?" she asked with a gentle smile.

"She was originally supposed to be a sacrifice of some sort but she managed to evade me on my floor. Later on, she asked me to kill her and I was more than happy to but I wanted out of that building. Obviously, we got out and they arrested me. Damn cops. She went to a nut house. I kinda liked her so I broke out of jail. And here we are." He shrugged.

She nodded slowly. "Ah, I see." Standing, she made her way to the window behind her.

"What the hell Sam?" he asked looking at the notepad. There was a drawing of him currently sitting on the couch. She had done it so fast. His face was in a twisted sort of smile while he had talked about Ray. Under it, she scribbled the question she had asked.

Sam turned back to her guest. "Zack-kun, we need to talk."

He raised a brow. "About what?"

She smiled softly. "Your mother."

"Shit no! I don't want to talk about that bitch. I don't even want to fucking think about her." He hollered.

Sam nodded. "I know." She said softly.

"Then why the fuck did you bring her up?"

"Zack-kun, haven't you ever wondered why you are the way you are?" she asked sitting back down.

"I choose to be this damn way." He shouted in defense.

"You never had a mom that cared about you. And though you are older now, a man, you still need a mom." She smiled leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. "Let me be your mom dumbass."

"Huh?"

"We are quite similar, you and I. You call me a lot more than Ray-Ray does. Not that she doesn't call me a lot but when you call, I know its cause you genuinely need help. There are things you don't understand in life especially about women and I'm more than happy to tell you how." She shook her head. "I've been taking care of you since you got in the states. Like I said I keep tabs on new killers coming into the country. When I saw your damn file, I damn near bawled my eyes out. Here you are before me once more. So the house and car you have, my influence on getting them. The job opening, my doing. The guy before you was a loser anyway. I know Roman would appreciate your skills. I pay your bills. I gave Ray-Ray the best clients. I loved giving you guys the best. Ray-Ray always tries to deny my help but deep down I think she appreciates it."

It was silent between the two of them for a long while.

"What is your fucking deal?" he asked after a moment.

She shrugged. "I can't seem to fucking say. I only want to protect you, Zack-kun. And being your mom, I could do it a lot better."

"Why do you need to be my mom? What need is there for that?"

Sam let her head fall back on the chair. "You're stuck in survival mode. You don't know anything besides surviving. Ray-Ray's plan is to help you discover other modes of life. She has done well so far. Getting you to see her as a woman, it was beautiful. She explained the whole deal to me. You facing your attacker is another mode of peace. And since he is dead, you know he can't do it again. But this is an area you need to address." She sat up. "You'll grow to resent her as you get older. I don't want you to ever hate Ray-Ray. She loves you. You've heard her say this is not a world she wants to be in without you. So if you two have kids and you hate her, she kills herself. What are you going to do then?"

Zack was speechless. He didn't ever want to hate Ray. She did too much for him. Being the mother of his children was only something he had recently thought about. But was she right? What if he did grow to resent her? And she would kill herself. He knew she would. Though she promised never to bring up him killing her, she would still do it. His hand ran through his hair. What was he supposed to say to her wanting to his mom though? He hated that bitch that had given birth to him. He probably always would. Sam though, she had done a lot of stuff he wasn't even aware of. It never crossed his mind that she was deeply rooted in his life. She never imposed her will or actions on him, just gentle nudges in directions that would help him out in the long run. Here he thought she was just stripper by day and killer by night. What the fuck had he done for life to be so damn complicated?

"I don't want to do anything you don't wanna do Zack-kun. I'm not going to hug or kiss you like any of that weird shit. I'm merely asking that you let me continue to take care of you and Ray-Ray. Maybe teach you a new skill or two, just to pass down some knowledge." Sam spoke softly staring him up and down.

He shook his head, a deep sigh escaped him. This was one shit-tastic day. "If your bitch ass is going to be my mom, I want the whole experience."

Her eyes went wide before she smiled brightly. "Of course, dumbass."

Zack rolled his eyes playfully as a small smile spread of his own. Nothing would really change. He would be getting affection from two different people in two very different ways. This would be weird but everything else in his life was weird anyway. How was he supposed to explain this to Ray? He shook his head. When it came up, it would be said. Till then, she was would be in the dark. His eyes moved back to grinning form as she stood up once more. She moved to look at the same pad from James. He had never noticed before but there was a tattoo on her upper shoulder. 'Angel of Slaughter'. His eyes widened. Maybe they were a lot more alike than he thought.

"Hey Sam, when did you get the tattoo?"

"Which one?" she asked not looking up from the pad.

"On your upper body."

"Like yesterday or the day before, shit I can't remember. I slept through most of it."

Zack sweatdropped. Fuck was her deal?

"Hey dumbass, we still need to talk about your mom. And before you yell, she's looking for you." Sam spoke walking to his seated form. She picked up his can and motioned for James to bring another one. He took it from her.

"What the hell for?" He asked as James handed her another one.

"Perhaps, she has found God." She shrugged handing him the pop. "Tell me what you want me to do with her and it is done."

"What did Ray say about this? Cause I fucking know she knows about this."

Sam puckered her lips. "She wants me to bring her here."

Zack down his pop quickly. "Fine. Bring the bitch here. I don't care how you do it." He paused, his eyes on his bandaged arms. "I'll be in charge of our conversation."

"That's fair." She laughed. "We'll both be there for emotional support. I want you to get it all out. Say everything you ever thought about her."

He stared up at her. "And I want the conversation to happen here. I want her to think we live here."

Sam shook her head the smile still on her lips. "My, my Zack-kun isn't someone vain."

"No!" he shouted before he crossed his arms. "She likes stuff that costs a lot of money. That's what whores do." He growled lowly. "She sold me for a lot of damn money."

"I see." Sam's lips were tight for a moment. "It is done. Anything else dumbass?"

"I want my scythe there."

Sam chuckled. "Done."

He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, let's get you, home son." She continued to chuckle.

He stood up from the couch. "Yeah, yeah."

She wrapped her arms around him softly careful of all his wounds. "I look forward to being a great mom. And an excellent Gram."

He rolled his eyes once more. His arms didn't come up to hug her back but his chin rested on her head. It was baby steps with this new arrangement. "Is that what you're gonna make them call you?"

"Absolutely." She cheesed.