Chapter 10 (re)
re groaned at the bright light filtering through the curtain. A quick flex of her shoulder de
confirmed her pain was almost non-existent. Guess Angel-boy had been spot on about it feeling better.
Just to make sure she wasn''t imagining it, she moved her bone around in circr motions. Her brain
didn’t register much on the thought, re was just d that she didn’t have to tell her mother, because
that would be awkward.
After her teeth was brushed and bed made, she changed into her green knee-length skirt that sat
snuggly on her waist, and a ck blouse which she tucked in before slipping on her ‘home shoes’
which was a thick strapped slip on..
re looked at her phone, it was almost eleven. She practically ran to the dining area. Her mother
couldn''t be anywhere near her room, not with the bloody clothes still decorating the floor.
Surprise had her stop in her tracks, it was a table set with breakfast. Toasted bread, fresh fruit and
honey with muesli, all re’s favourites and a ss pot filled with ck coffee, which her mother
equally enjoyed. She hoped this didn''t mean they were moving to Timbuktu.
Noticing her mothers absence she checked around the apartment, finally spotting her standing outside
on the phone. re stayed inside not wanting to seem inquisitive, especially now, with her guilt still
intact. It was one thing to get away unscathed but this time things had gone sour. But with her fading
bruises and almost fully healed shoulder her mother shouldn’t notice re was gone, which brought
her instant relief.
Michelle Miller took overprotective mother to another level, so her morning encounters and urrence
she was keeping to herself, regardless of what almost happened.
re tried to eavesdrop on her mother’s conversation but all she managed to hear was, “…
understand, I need more time. No, Wesley needs to keep his distance.”
Her mother looked concerned, and angry. Whoever she spoke to on the phone really got to her, but
with her job re figured it was work.
Dismissing her mother''s conversation as unimportant, re sat at the breakfast table and poured
herself a cup of coffee.
The crazy morning she had came rushing back to her, and the people she met at the church. Having
some shut eye re now thought with a clearer head. She figured the guy at the church who had her
eyes, probably would’ve mentioned something if he knew her. Coffee paused to her lips, now that she
thought about it, maybe he did know her, it was not her imagination, she had seen the recognition in his
eyes. The question was not if but how did Nathan know her?.
She sipped her coffee, picturing the guy with the streak ginger and ck hair, and his ming eyes, she
wondered how he had managed to jump from so high. He was an interesting character, though
arrogant, he was better mannered than the church people, after all he did apologise. A secret smile
yed on her lips. The way he looked at her, while leaning casually against the gate, he was the
epitome of goth God.
If she HADN’T known better, or if he hadn’t told her otherwise, she would have considered the
possibility that he might’ve been interested in her. He was possibly gically engineered, a guy so
gorgeous and strong clearly couldn’t exist, and it did exin his ability to lift a car up and jump down
from very high anonymous ces. And then there was the looks, in honesty if it wasn’t for his broad
built and ginger streaks in his ck mane, he would have been annoyingly too perfect.
She didn’t get butterflies in her stomach or tumble when she saw him, she wasn’t scared of him either.
Intimidated and maybe a little awed by his presence, yes, but she knew she hadn’t fallen head over
heels for him, like it happened in the movies when a hot supernatural guy saves the female. There was
nothing drawing her in, no pull, no sudden attraction, maybe something was wrong with her, because
any woman in their right mind would fall t at his feet.
re brushed the thoughts of Angel-boy away and focused on Nathan as she dunked the end of her
toast in some honey, unable to shake that feeling she was overlooking an important piece in the puzzle.
Think re, just think, and that''s exactly what she did, ending up so lost in thought she didn’t hear
Michellee in. Nor did she hear what her mother said.
“CLARE,” Michelle screamed in a wavering voice. She raised her eyebrows, no doubt at re’s
completeck of concern for her presence. When re arched her own brow, coffee cup tipping her
bottom lip, her mother narrowed her eyes with a knowing smirk, “How was your midnight stroll?”
re flushed, she hadn’t expected her mother to have noticed that she went out, let alone confront her
so early about it. Normally her mother worked up to what she wanted to know, never was she blunt and
straightforward. That was re''s route.
“Mom, I’m sorry I left, okay, but if I’d asked you..”
“I would’ve said NO, of course.” Her voice louder, “re the world is a cruel ce, what if something
happened to you.” re gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to throw the coffee cup on the wall.
Instead, she sighed and sipped her drink.
Knowing re would say nothing further on the topic Michelle sat down next to her, “I’d never be able
to get through life without you re. You are older now, yes. It''s understandable for you to need space
and feel that I''m smothering you, but I care for you, you know that honey.” She paused as if giving extra
thought to her next words,
“I don’t know what goes on in that crazy head of yours.”
re felt like saying something but just thought better of it. She knew her mother ‘cared’ for her. But
that wasn''t what your daughter wanted to hear. Her mother never neglected her, far from it. Her
motherly duties went far and beyond when it came to earthly needs. She was supportive as a parent
should be. re couldn''tin that shecked for anything, it’d make her look ungrateful. But how
she didck that warmth and touch of a caring mother or anyone for that matter. She was like a starved
pup seekingfort, willing to take any scraps people were willing to give.
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re never really minded her mother’s insecurities and domineering ways after the ident. She was
a familiar face, and as a ten-year-old, you tend to attach yourself to that which you know. At first she
mistook her mother’s hovering for love and nurturing, thinking that was her mother’s way. She wasn''t
observant enough to notice the obvious. That, unfortunately, changed the day she’d seen Philip with his
mother, and the unmistakable love in her eyes as she dropped him off. It didn''t take re long after to
figure out her mother saw her as a task, a job, hence the overbearing obsessive mother.
As she got older, she thrived in the freedom and fun that came with friends. It made her life bearable,
she went out with her friends on weekends. Parties were a rarity with her mother knowing, though
nothing stopped her from having her fun, not even her mother. Phillip would wait for her by the gate
outside her house. After she would change in his car to something more appealing, she lived for her
nights out. But they were always better when her mother at least thought she knew where re was.
Ignoring her mother’s worried frown, re shrugged and grabbed a piece of fruit stuffing it into her
mouth. “So mother dearest, what’re we doing today?”
Her mother smiled, though she could tell it was forced. Mother dearest looked awfully troubled by
something, AND what her mother said next confirmed her suspicion, “A trip to the mall. Shopping;
distress, the usual.” reughed though hollow, she made it loud. Her mother loved to shop,
especially on bad days. Michelle liked crowded ces. re on the other hand only enjoyed it when it
came with hot guys, loud music and kegs.
re grunted, “fine.” She got up taking her te with her, striding slowly to the kitchen, “You know how
to get around this ce, or are we gonna get lost like we did in Bali, cause I heard the traffics shit
here.” Her mother never gave her grief on badnguage, which was one upside. “GPS re, GPS, oh
and I was thinking we should stop by the church nearby.”
re’s eyes went big, not wanting her mother to notice her expression, she yelled from the kitchen “Oh
come on, It''s Friday. Rx. If you need to confess I''m all ears.”
“I’m sure there’s aw somewhere against confessing one''s sins to their children.”
And that was how the next two hours of conversation went between mother and daughter. Both
unaware of how a few hours of an average day could change your whole life.
After recing her shoes for ckce-up boats, re applied some mascara and a little pink lipstick,
which matched her lips, and brushed her long hair, they finally headed out.