Wait, What?

Clay's POV

Someone's inside the house, and their shadows are back and forth the window. They're looking for something i guess. I gulped then opened the door. I would not be hiding somewhere outside the house and let them leave after some time, No, I'm gonna save mom. They might see her unconscious and who knows what'll they do to her. I entered courageously inside the house and stood firm. My eyes couldn't believe what i saw. It's...just...Lynn, Mark and Jean. Gosh i forgot that they go here everyday. They looked so worried and tensed. Relief flooded in my veins. I thought someone broke in the house. I sighed with relief. Before my mind could recover from that malicious thoughts, Jean came flying in my direction. She hugged me so tight and i was shook to boot. Why are they so worried? "You prick! Where have you been?!" Jean exclaimed. She looked so pissed. "I walked out to get...lunch" i explained. I made it straight to the point without any more of excessive talkings which will only worsen Jean's mood. Mark rubbed his forehead and sighed in relief. Lynn then tried to breathe calmly while touching her chest. "You should at least bring your phone with you! I left you 10 text messages and who knows how many missed calls!" Jean replied still with a dominant rage. Oops i didn't know that they'll be worried sick about me if i don't bring my phone with me. "Hey calm down! No one's hurt and why are you so overreacting if i didn't bring my phone with me?" I inquired then jean sort of toned down a little with her brows still wrinkled. "We just thought that...that you—Never mind" Lynn responded. I'm not really in a mood to know what did they thought i did so i gave the conversation to them. I sat down the couch to check my phone. Wow, she really had left me text messages and shit ton of missed calls, 23. After i checked my phone i felt the shame to Jean, i couldn't look at her. There's an awkward silence. What am I supposed to do? Or say? I hate awkward silence, it always happen to us. It gives me chills, as if i did something very very wrong to them. I broke the ice into saying, "I didn't know that there's a food park here, i ate lunch there" and into my surprise Jean became angry again. "What-the-hell?! That food park doesn't sell something healthy to eat for lunch! You want to mess up your own health and expect your mother to be awake seeing you with those unhealthy meals?" Jean exclaimed. She's right though, i don't want mom to see me like this when she woke up. But her words kind of hurt inside. I must have become sad again or slumped my face because the moment she's done speaking Lynn replied, "But you can start being healthy again you know, How about we cook something for dinner later?" She looked at Jean, it's as if they're talking with their eyes. Curious. "Yeah then Clay's dad will judge if our food is edible" Mark added with a smile on his face. Then it struck me. Dad. Right, he'll be coming over later this evening. "Holy crap i forgot about dad!" I said. "We know, that's why we're here, now come out of that couch and let's start cleaning the house" Jean said with now a slight calmer mind.

For one thing, I didn't know that the house is such a mess or at least i didn't appreciate the trash everywhere. I was surprised about Lynn's house keeping skills, she's good actually. This rich girl is really different. "I didn't expect you to have so much knowledge about house keeping" I mentioned to her when we we're mopping the floor. She smiled "Yeah, Whenever dad's out of the town i ask our maids if i could help them so i won't be an ignorant woman one day" We mopped. We dusted every corner then the thought hit me, why? "Umm guys, why are we doing this anyway? It's just dad that'll come over though" i asked. "Yeah and we don't want your dad to look disgusted when he's inside the house and thought that he's smart to leave you and your mom" Mark said. That i was not offended of, why would I? He has a point. I should show him that we're doing fine even without him, and that i can handle things...alone, at least only for my father. I'm not alone at this, i have Lynn, Mark and Jean. We're done cleaning at around 6:30 by which time they should be going home, but they wanted to meet my dad, for some reason i took no delight to know. They'd be disappointed by the time they met him anyway. He's a piece of unsatisfied and unloving dickhead. We took rest for a while talked about things that doesn't make sense. "Did you know that the word 'Kisses' has six letters and half of them are S?" Jean said. "Have you ever wondered if snakes experience back ache when they rolled to themselves when they're asleep?" Mark asked. "Why are we talking about this things again?" I asked. "You have something to put in topic?" Jean asked. I thought for a second and gave up. I raised my shoulders as a sign that i don't have one. "Did you know that when dejavu happens, it means your brain shut down for a second?" Lynn asked rhetorically. Hmmm...i don't know about that. If mind could shut down i would've done it years ago to clean up my thoughts. We talked about senseless things for some time, then we heard a knock on the door. Finally, the devil is here. Now imma do this quick before he contaminates the house with his evilness. I stood up and opened the door. Dad stood outside wearing a short sleeved polo, plain green, with his black pants and a black pair of shoes. He looks like someone who'll go to a prayer meeting to be honest. Then beside her is a woman with a blue dress, slight wrinkles on her face, blue eyes, blonde hair and a pair of black shoes with, i think, 2 inches heels. She disgusts me. My mom would've looked way more beautiful if mom dressed up like her. "Come in" i muttered.

Jean's POV

Last night at Lynn's car we talked about Clay. "You thinking what i'm thinking?" I asked Lynn and Mark. "Yeah, we go back tomorrow, i don't like his father from what i observed" Lynn responded. "Seconded" Mark added. "We go back tomorrow after lunch okay?" I summed. They both agreed. We soon got to our houses, I waved Lynn a goodbye. I entered the house, my Dad reading his newspaper. I kissed him on the cheek. I'm sweet to him most of the times. He's all i got in this family. I got to my room, Charged my phone and set an alarm at 10:00 AM tomorrow morning, slumped my back at the bed and easily feel asleep.

I woke up from the annoying noise of my alarm on the phone. I turned it off and get back to bed, i don't want to sleep again, just lying down for a bit of moment. I texted Clay that we'll come over to see his dad in person. No response. Maybe he's still asleep. I left him messages and a missed call. I decided to go get a shower first since Clay must probably be still asleep by now. I undressed myself, entered my bathroom and accepted the pouring water to flow in my body. I usually take too long inside the bathroom and i'm not concerned with it since i have my own bathroom. After like 30 mins of showering, i got out. Put a towel on my hairs, get dressed and dried my hair. i ate lunch with dad , who cooked his special chicken curry. I then called Clay back again. Again and again. No answer, i started to get worried, it's almost 2 PM he's probably awake by now. Why doesn't he answer his phone? Did he...No. he would not harm himself, of course he wouldn't. I couldn't convince myself so i texted Lynn to pick us up because Clay didn't answer his phone, walked to Mark's house and told him that Clay's not answering the phone. After like 5 minutes drowned with a doomed thought Lynn showed up and we quickly drove back to Clay's Place. I still tried to call him multiple times, but still no answer. His phone just rings. By the time we got there, the door's locked. I remembered Clay said something about a hidden key from a pot outside the house. I told it to Mark and Lynn then we started searching for it. I easily saw it just in the pot at the right hand corner of the doorstep. I unlocked the knob and saw...Clay's phone. Clay's phone is on the table above his Scrabble board. We quickly searched for him. Mark took upstairs while Lynn and I got inside his mom's room. Gladly, his mom's still there, nothing new. I soon then noticed that the medicine cabinet is open...drugs littered everywhere. No, he won't. Lynn soon realized where i'm looking at and gasped. "Mark!" I shouted. I heard Mark's footsteps then he got back to us, i explained about the medicines littered at his Mom's room. We started discussing where Clay would be but wouldn't start looking for him because his mom should not be left unattended for a long time. We took the medicines out and one by one we searched for what they do. Most of them are his Mom's heart maintenance and some are over the counters. We were worried as hell right now. I soon got up walking back and forth in the house thinking where could clay be. Where are you Clay? Mark then decided to go with Lynn and drive through the town to hopefully find Clay somewhere while i'll attend to Ms. Katherine. Before we could finalize our decisions the door clicked open and i saw...Clay. Stiff and looking so nervous but before my mind could act, my body is running towards him. I hugged him tightly like my teddy bear when i was a kid, except that he's way more solid. As soon as i broke the hug my anger rages on. He then explained that he just wanted to had lunch somewhere else, apparently the food park. After some time, my anger somehow cooled down then the prick remembered that his dad will be coming over tonight. We then started cleaning the house to make it look presentable. I sweep and mopped the floor. Dusted every window and corners, washed the used dishes, brought back the medicines in the cabinet. Me and Lynn cleaned Clay's Mom, it's more sensible since we're both women and we'll not flip out of what we'll see. After some time of cleaning and perfecting things, we got exhausted. We soon took our phone and started the none sense talks. Time passed by slowly with our quick talks then we heard a knock on the door. Finally, Clay's Father is here. Clay then opened the door with an unwelcoming expression and what i saw shook me. His father is...remarkably like him! It's like seeing Clay's father. What? Yeah right, he's Clay's father, that explains it. Clay's dad looked like him but older. Then the shock i got from his father is very far from the shock i felt when i saw a women came inside after Clay's dad. A woman dressed in a blue dress and black 2 inched shoes. The shock inside me left my tongue inside my throat. No. It's—No she's not. It can't be...Mom.

My eyes couldn't believe what i was seeing. Her hair and eyes, which i inherited, that's definitely her. She looked old, but i could not be mistaken. That's Mom, and he's with Clay's Father. No, this is astronomical. This can't be happening. I stood up, a mixture of shock and anger marked on my face. "Mom?!" I inquired, I at least have to hear the confirmation from her. The woman looked at my direction, well everybody, while Lynn, Mark, Clay and his Dad looked confused. I looked directly at the woman's eyes. That's definitely her. She looked back and then the truth shook her, "J-jean?" She inquired. She then ran towards me and hugged me. She hugged me tighter than when i hugged Clay earlier. I didn't hugged back. I pushed her out of me and took a little step backwards. She looked taken aback at my gesture then her face became sad. She must've have remembered what she'd done to me, and to my father. "You-" i pointed my finger at Clay's father then looked disgusted to my mom. No, that's it. I couldn't take this, this is too much. I walked out of the house, i heard them screaming my name but before they could follow me, i ran. I run and run turned lefts and rights to shake them off if they're following me. I soon felt tears building up in my eyes. It's dark outside and i couldn't see clear so i stopped. Slightly catching breath, i sat down the road. No, i knelt down the road. Emotions taking over my body. I cried. I cried at the middle of nowhere. My mom...was with Clay's father this whole time. Clay's father, of all people, Clay. The man I like...used to. His dad took my mom! That evil shit. Then anger started to grow. Clay. All this time, and he didn't care to tell me that his father is the one who stole the happy and family i always wanted. Clay, my best friend, hid it from me.