Donnie
Never underestimate the thoughts and ingenious of a teenage boy. I am pretty damn good and am young enough to believe I can do anything. I am going to go to that window and try to talk to my mom. I am going to see her.
No one can stop me. I have been trying to help my grandparents keep their hopes up. Everyday a little more of the hope slips away. They are starting to think my mom is dead. I can’t tell them I know different. I can’t tell them about Dug’s gift. They will think I have lost it.
If Dug says my mom is alive; I believe him, but he also says she’s hurt. I am so scared she is living on thin ice with this monster who took her. I know he isn’t right. Not only because Dug told me but because I saw it in his eyes. My mom always said there were some people she just “felt” were wrong.
Maybe, I have some of that. I remember my mom telling one time that she saw this mailman walking down the street and gooseflesh covered her body. She said she just “knew” he had killed someone. She didn’t know who or where…but she knew he wasn’t right. I felt that way when I saw the guy Dug calls the neighboring man and the way he talked about Dug, what an asshole to nth degree. The man didn’t hide the monster in him very well that is going to be his down fall. I know that monster is there and he really doesn’t perceive me or Dug as a threat.
He’s wrong. I’m a walking, talking, teenager with an attitude. That fucker is going to never see me coming. I am going to get my mother back and be the man she needs me to be. I am going to tell her that I’m sorry and we are going to live our lives and that fucker is going to be six feet under.
I waited until my grandparent’s went to sleep, pushed the truck out of the drive way and drove to the fucker’s house. It was dark. I parked a block away. I got out and walked to his house but was sure to go in the alley ways so I wasn’t seen and luck was on my side because no dogs were out to bark.
It didn’t take long for me to reach the back of his house. I saw the basement window. There was a dull glow in there. I bent down on my stomach and lay down. I looked in the window. I saw my mother laying on a twin bed. She looked so small. Her hair was grey-really grey. There was an IV pole beside her.
My breath caught in my throat. I gently tapped on the window. I saw her eyes flutter open. She stood on the bed and her eyes widened in surprise. I wanted to cry when I saw her. She looked so frail. She was a husk of the woman I kew. Tears fell from my eyes. My heart thudded against my chest. I wanted to hug her.