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WILL
"Mom, she's hurt! I told you-"
"I don't care if she's an angel. She's leaving."
Brooke lay on the bed still, finally asleep.
"You brought a girl in this house. A girl. When we were gone."
"Because she was bleeding on the ground!"
"You said that wasn't her blood."
"She's still not in good shape. You saw that yourself."
My mother pursed her lips in thought, and in her moment of hesitation I took advantage.
"We weren't doing anything. Just let her stay here for a few days. She's a wreck. You know that."
She paused. The final decision from the jury.
"Oh…all right. She can rest up; I'll give her a checkup. But only for as long as she has to stay. No more than her approximate rest period."
"Yes ma'am!"
A small grin perked her mouth up. "Now go play her some more music."
I hurried back into the guest room and picked up my guitar. Brooke stirred, eyes blinking sleepily open.
"Hi…Will…"
"Hi. Do you want to nap some more?"
"No! Play…"
I nodded. "Alright then."
I strummed carefully and then took off into a new song.
"I'm not surprised not everything lasts
Broken my heart so many times, I've stopped keeping track
Talk myself in
Talk myself out
Get all worked up and I let myself down
Tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
And I thought, I thought of every possibility…."
She smiled as I played, and I smiled back. My wolf princess, who saw the world through different eyes than I did. My beautiful, shining wolf princess.
"Do…you….write songs?"
I nodded while I sang.
"Do…you sing them?"
I nodded again.
She sighed against the pillow, and a moment later was asleep once more. I set down my guitar and stood, stepping out of the room.
"Brooke's her name?"
My mother was perched on the loveseat.
"Yeah."
"I looked her up. There's nobody else here under the name of Waters."
I took a deep breath. "I personally think she's homeless, Mom."
After a long while, she spoke. "I do, too."
"Yeah."
"I know it's hard to deal with, sweetie. I-I'm sorry I was harsh on her. I was just-"
"Worried. I know, Mom. It's OK. You're a mother. You have every right to be that way."
"I love you, Will."
"Ditto, chief."
She cracked a wry smile. "You write songs, huh?"
A flush blazed on my cheeks. "Um…yeah."
"Really? Sing one."
"Do I have to?"
"Please do. Or write one, and then sing it for me."
"I…I'll work on one."
"All right then! I'm excited to hear it."
"Night, Mom."
"Night, Will."
I walked upstairs and collapsed on my bed in a dreamless sleep.
There we go. Short but good, in my mind. Read more!
Cheers,
Kylie Max