Becoming Bryn by Angela Carling

Author:Angela Carling
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: General Fiction
ISBN: 9781935089667
Publisher: acacia
Published: 2015-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

Jesse

My mom found me sitting on the cold cement of Maya’s front porch wrapped in a colorful patchwork blanket that was probably made by someone’s grandma. I knew it was her as soon as her headlights turned onto the dark street. No else was awake this time of night. When she pulled up to the empty sidewalk, I could see her dark silhouette, stiff and unwilling to look at me.

I was in serious trouble. I walked to the car and climbed in, dragging the blanket behind me.

For a few blocks we drove in silence, listening to nothing but the hum of the motor on the empty streets. I braced for my mom to yell at me about breaking curfew or being a party where there was drinking.

Instead, she began to cry.

At first it was quiet little sniffles and silent tears running down her cheeks, but then, as if a dam burst, she began to weep intensely, and the more she cried the more she wandered all over the road like a drunk driver.

“Pull over, Mom,” I invited as I gripped the side door.

“Okay,” she said between sobs. Once she was parked in front of a darkened house and turned the car off, I finally spoke.

“I’m sorry,” I said feeling terrible. “I’m so sorry if you are upset.” I’d been so wrapped up in the mess at Maya’s I hadn’t thought about how my mom would react when I didn’t come home on time, at least until it was too late.

Before the accident, I wasn’t used to getting a lot of attention from my mom but I also never made her crazy her like she was now. I felt like a louse.

I continued my apology. “I didn’t mean to make you cry but you and Dad said if we were ever in a bad situation to call…”

An extra large sob escaped her and she reached over and popped open the glove compartment looking for something to wipe her eyes. Stuffed under the flashlight and some old paperwork were left over napkins from a trip to McDonalds. She grabbed them and doused her eyes in the ladylike way that only my mom could pull off.

“It’s…not…your…fault,” she said taking shaky breaths between each word. “I just got worried when it got so late and you weren’t home.”

Watching my mom completely lose it was awful. How could I be so insensitive? Before I could apologize again, she went on. “I just…I just was worried something else happened and I just, well the truth is… She paused and then blurted out, “I miss Jesse.” With her last words, a whole new wave of deep grievous sobs began to wrack my mother’s delicate frame. In her seat she folded in half, curling into herself, giving into a level of grief that I never imagined she would feel, at least for me.

I sat there next to her, dumbfounded. There it was right in front of me, my mom, the one who I thought loved my sister

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