Page 42 of Jacob Michaels is Not Crazy

I turned.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Back to my room,” I growled. “Tomorrow…I don’t know. I’m sick of your lies and bullshit.”

Spinning back around, I glared at her.

“How could you, Oma?” I demanded of her. “You let me stay here, thinking I’m crazy, that I was seeing things…who would do that to their grandson? That’s fucking sick.”

“Would you have believed me if I told you that werewolves and Kobolds and…other things…are real, Robbie?” She snapped. “Or would that have made me some crazy old lady?”

“Oh, you’re crazy all right.”

“You ain’t seein’ this from my side.”

“You absolutely aren’t seeing it from mine, Oma!” I stomped my foot again but kept my finger down. “I’ve never felt right. I’ve always felt something was off about everything. Especially when I was younger. And you just let me go on feeling like that without giving me a hint about all of these other things going on around me all the time. That’s fucking sick!”

“What—”

“The only time I felt normal was when I was in Hollywood, doing my job. I mean, yeah, that has its own fucked up things, but I knew what those things were. Here—I don’t have the first clue what is real and what isn’t. And you don’t tell me unless I throw it on your bed in the middle of the night.”

“Okay.” Oma rolled her eyes. “Just settle down now.”

“Why would I do you that kindness?!”

“Because you’re my goddamn grandson, and for better or for worse, I’ve always tried to do the best by you that I could, that’s why, ya’ little asshole!”

I glowered at my grandmother as she sat in her bed, the covers tossed back. She looked so small and, for once, elderly, as she sat there, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

“I have so many questions and I don’t even know which one to ask first, Oma.” I sighed.

“Well, I don’t know where to begin either.” She exhaled tiredly.

I stared at her for a moment, unsure of how to proceed.

“I’m going back to bed,” I said simply. “Keep…Ernst…and any of those others out of my room. Please.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry after blasting his ass into the bathroom.”

She kept her eye rolls and head waggles to herself. Points for Oma.

I nodded and left.