Prodigal

~16~

“Dad, I want to go visit Mom.” I said to Dad later that night. I felt like I needed to get away from him, away from the intruders that wanted to potentially kill me, and I wanted to see my mom.

“What?” Dad asked, perplexed by the random request.

“I want to go to Canada to visit Mom.” I repeated.

He didn’t want me to go. But I was determined. I had to get out of my life and I couldn’t stay there a second longer. I did something I knew I shouldn’t have. I hacked into my dad’s online bank account, and I transferred money to the account I had access to. I then bought a red eye ticket and flew out that night.

But I left a note so he knew I wasn’t dead.

I expected my mom to be there at the airport to pick me up. It never even crossed my mind that she wouldn’t be there. Right as I arrived, she texted me.

Use my Uber account to get to my house. Here’s my login info:

I sighed, used her info to sign in, and called the Uber cab. It was a long and quiet ride to her house.

“HEY MOM!” I exclaimed excitedly as I walked in.

“My boy is home!” I heard my mom sputter. I could tell she was drunk. She came stumbling by the door with a bottle of vodka in her hands.

She went in to give me a hug but she fell and toppled over me, tackling both of us to the ground. “Oh, damn!” She sputtered to me.

I was hurt that she was drunk. “You couldn’t stop drinking for me?”

“Don’t…don’t sass me.” She sputtered.

“I’m jet legged.” I said. “I’m going to go sleep and try to get on Canada time.”

“You…you do that.” She sputtered again.

I sighed and let myself into the upstairs spare bedroom, not bothering to hope that my mother would take me out to dinner or anything.

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