Chapter 7
A thin layer of dust can be seen on everything as I stand in my living room. For a moment, I am worried they will follow me, but then I square my shoulders and march to the kitchens. I was not afraid of them. I am so anger at everything and everyone that I just want to stop thinking. Opening a cabinet I pull out the bottle of vodka that a coworker had given me as a present last Christmas. I had not opened it, but now seem like a good time. Tipping my head back, I sucked the cool liquid down. It burns my throat and feels so good. At this moment, I can easily identify with all the alcoholics out there. It would be so easy just to get drunk and stay that way. I hear a pop in my living room. Someone has come after be. Wonder who it is? Clutching the bottle to my chest, I head to the living room to discover who has invaded my privacy.
It is my mother. She looks distraught.
"Percy! Please come home. I love you. I do not think I can bear losing you anymore."
"Mom. You were the best mother and the whole world, but you just could not keep up with all your kids. It was not you that hurt me. It was them. I can't face them right now." She's crying now and twisting her hands.
"Mother
you will always be welcome here, but right now I ……." I fumble
to express my pain into words. "I just need to be alone." She
gives a slight smile and I know she is fighting to be brave and clam.
"Ok Percy. But please be careful. You don't know how worried your
father and I were when you were missing."
"Father was
worried?" I cannot keep the surprise out of my voice.
"Of course Percy! He's still your father and he loves you he just… doesn't know how to deal with you"
Deal with me? What am I some kind strange and weird being? My anger flares up at this.
"You should go mom." She hugs me and then with a pop is gone and I am left alone with only a bottle of vodka to hold me.