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CHAPTER FIVE
‘STAY AWAY’ MOD SUN FT MGK
I wake up the next morning feeling groggy and the clock on my phone says I have a little over an hour to get my ass to the coffee shop.
Jumping from the bed, I hurriedly rush to the restroom and scrub my face and teeth but everything from last night comes crashing down on me like a freight train.
Should I go to work, and what about my mom? I can’t leave her here, vulnerable and helpless.
I walk back out of the small restroom and find my mother humming while making coffee.
“Morning ma, are you going to be here all day or are you going to work?”
My mother turns to me with her brows furrowed, “Well, today is the baby shower at Julie’s and I was going to be there all day helping set up. Remember? It’s been marked on the calendar for a month now. Plus, I have one more day off.”
I look at the calendar hanging on the wall under the huge oil painting of the Virgin Mary. Sure enough, the day is marked, and my lungs finally let go of the breath I was holding.
“Okay good, don’t leave without me, give me a few minutes to get ready. I’ll walk you down!” I yell as I rush back to the restroom and apply my makeup before pulling my hair up in a tight but messy bun.
My mother stands in the doorway, watching my hurried movements, “Why did you sleep in my room,hija?Bad dream?”
I roll my eyes. My mother will always see me as her baby. To her, I’ll always be the little girl who cried each birthday because her father wasn’t there. Too bad that little girl gave up on the honor of men and the sicko from last night sort of nailed the lid shut on that coffin too.
“Yeah, ma. Bad dreams. Will you grab my skinny jeans and boots please?” I tack on the question to keep from having to lie more. I want to tell her. It would be fair to tell her, but the last thing I want is my mother fearing every little sound in the night. No, I’d rather it be me who loses sleep.
She’s done everything for me. Sure, moms are supposed to do that, but I’ll be damned if I never repay her for it. She could have dumped me when my father split, but she didn’t. She was mommyanddaddy.
“Which jeans, Dice?” Mom huffs as she digs through the dresser.
“The black ones with the rips.”
Once I finish in the restroom, I pull on my skinny jeans, hopping around on one leg until the tight material is hugging my ass and legs snugly. As I’m lacing up my combat boots, my mother pulls my yellow barista uniform shirt over my head like I’m a little girl again.
Still, it makes me smile.
All dressed, I pull on my jacket before helping my mother down the stairs with her leg brace clonking all the way down to Julie’s apartment.
“How’s your ankle? Did you take your medicine?” I got some pain meds from my neighbor’s nephew. The kid thinks he’s a big baller selling ibuprofen on the streets.
Sometimes, I want to smack him on his teenage head but I’m afraid I’ll knock more of his brain cells loose and the kid definitely needs the few he has.
Look at you, sounding all hypocritical and shit.
I shake my head at myself as my mom replies on a sigh, “Yes, Dice. I took the medicine, and my leg feels fine. It’s this damn brick that’s bothering me.”
I smile at that. She hates the brace I’ve made her wear. I got that when I was a teen and fucked up my foot during a kickball game in middle school. She’s so small that it fits her perfectly.
She may not even need it, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.
I kiss my mother’s cheek before walking a few feet away to my car, "We’ll take it off tonight. Que tengas un buen día mamá."Have a good day, mom.I tell her as I pin my name tag in place.
"Te amo hija."She yells back as I slide in my car.
The snow begins to softly fall as I try turning on the ignition, but the cold air won't let the little four-cylinder start. It just cranks and sputters before dying.
Fucking hell.
I hit the steering wheel as I crank it again. Nevertheless, the bastard won't start. I drop my head back against the headrest and close my eyes.
