Unlikely Friend – Chapter 36

THIRTY – SIX

I am biting my nails, my head is ready to explode into a millions pieces and grinding my teeth to the gums; yeah I am on edge.  The final decision lays on my mother and knowing her, she only play by the rules like a robot without thought.

Do I like her, I mean, my mother Mrs. Ericka Saxton? I don’t know. When I stare at my mother, I see a beautiful woman formed out of cold marble which can breath.  Sound crazy, yeah I know but it is the truth. My mother is a beautiful woman with dark green eyes, oiled black hair, corpse color skin and a body any woman and man will desire.  Yeah, she is a hottie, but inside her inner being she is a convening dictator with control desires.  No heart, no soul and no feelings.

My mother is not like any other mother.  When I was young, I used to see the other girls talk about their moms all the time, like they were superstars of their lives and their moms would do anything for them.  I have prayed and prayed to have a superstar mom who I can to honor worship too, but it never happen.  Years later, I have given up on the fact that she is the person who gave me life and that’s all.

I don’t know why she had children. I didn’t ask to be born and I didn’t ask for this cursed, neither.  In two-time passionate rage and maybe alcohol was added for the grandest of affairs. My mother had three kids: my twin brother and I, and Eleanor my younger sister.

I just don’t get her deal. Why is it so hard to comfort your children once in a while, why do you have to avoid your children as if they were the black plague, and why do you not like your children? These questions I have asked over and over, with out an answer to satisfy me.  I always wanted my mother to touch me, hold me or even talk to me, but she is more like a ghost that is walking and breathing.

Thinking about Max, I know my mother is going to play this situation by the book, I just hope Uncle Merlin will give Max an allowance so he doesn’t live on the street or become a hooker.  I truly love Max even though, he’s a pain in my ass from time to time.  He’s the most real person in this family, but he now the most dangerous and I don’t know why.  It’s a mystery to me.

I’m in the study with all my cousins and we are scare to talk or move.  It’s any minute now, any minute we will know Max’s fate.  I look around the room and realizes what I am.  I looked at my cousins, my arms and legs.  I thought about the past and I look at Chris.  Chris staring at the floor with tears in his eyes, like a little boy about to lose his best friend.

I look around the room and something snap in me.  It just hit me like a big heavy rock fell on my head.  I am a Shadow Creature.  I am a monster. I am a creature.  I am a person on the night.  I can do anything that I mortal can not do because I am not a Normal. I laugh a little and my body became a shadow drape over my chair.  I fade into the walls and follow the voices of my mother, uncles and aunts.

I am in the walls.  I breath and breath because I am so scare, but I have to be strong.  Strong for my family.  A leader needs to be strong and show power, even if they don’t believe in themselves.  It’s true, when you act like a strong leader without fear, you began to believe the character you are portraying.  I never thought about that until this minute.  Anyone can be powerful, but you have to believe that you are not of the  Normals, but a creature of your own density.

I listen to the ranting of the fate of Max.  Uncle Merlin is silent and weeping, Uncle Clive is preaching harmony and love, Aunt Elisabeth is focus on how the family can make money with the Vamps, but Uncle Bryan seems to be clueless to the rantings from my mother. It is a state of confusion and grief without any direction.

I let my face enter the room as a slight shadow on a painting by an unknown artist.  My face is a piece of art and no one notice.  In a jump of thought, Uncle Bryan is standing like a pillar of wisdom.  He look at all of his brothers and sisters with a laugh and sparkle in his beautiful gray eyes.  He shakes his head and laugh like a mad man without medication.

“What is it?” My mother asks in her Queen B type voice.

Uncle Bryan stare at my mother and says, “Call Thor! He can raise Max as his own.”

Uncle Merlin stare at Uncle Bryan and with a quarter second pause, Uncle Merlin kiss Uncle Bryan feet as if he save the world from terror.

I smile and my face is back in the wall.  A little fear creep inside of me and I ran to the study.  I am afraid to be stuck in a wall of my own house.  I sat in my chair with a smile.

I relieve the plan in a second, “They are going to call Thor.”

“Really,” my brother says.

“Max is living with the mutts on the nasty streets.  E, what do you think, should I send Max some dog food,” Trinity says with her bitchy tone.

“Shut up.  I wonder if you are a vamp because you act like one,” I say to Trinity.

“I’m not a vamp.  I believe, I have more class with an disgusting mammal.  But what is worst,  a flying cockroach or a dog.  I will pick the flying cockroach,” Trinity says.

Chris, Boyce and my brother were smiling and so relax. If Max lives with Thor, he will be safe from our race and the vamps.  Thor’s race is a peaceful race with a dark secret. They love to hunt for their food.

People see them as pets, but I love Thor and his crazy tales of life and love.  He is a person who I can look up too.  I found my mentor, my rock, my hero.  I didn’t think of it until now.

Sometimes you have to look up to people who shows a good example in life, but at the same time remember they have dark secrets of their own.

Thor a person who has push his boundaries and expects others to do the same, but at the same time, knows his limits.  His race is the most non desired race in the dark unknown world, but with the non desired comes unstoppable strength.

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