The chosen

chapter two

The realization that she was dead came hitting me hard.I slumped back into my seat unaware of what to do next. Sweat was dripping from my forehead and my hands were shaking uncontrollably but not as much as my heart was pounding in my chest.

My brain could not yet comprehend the turn of events that had occurred in the past few minutes. One minute I was making out with her , the next minute she was lying lifeless in my car.No one could find out about this. How the hell was I going to explain this to anyone. It didn't make sense , not even to myself. All I kept thinking was how no one should find out about this . It had to remain a dark part to only me. Heck my dad should never know about this, he was already infuriated by me, I did not need to add salt onto an injury.

The worst is that she had mentioned that her dad was very influential which could cause my family it's reputation . I could not afford to let it happen.

The only thing that crossed my mind at that moment was the fact that I had to dispose off the body as discreetly as possible and head back home and pretend nothing had occurred. It was not a very bright idea but it had to work. It had too, nothing else .

After finishing my work at the forest I quietly drove back home. My mom and dad were arguing about something that I really could not wrap my head around it. I was hella confused and didn't have any energy. All I kept praying was that when the body was found nothing would link me back to it. My mom noticed my depressed self and was instantly concerned.

" honey , you ok"

I couldn't care less about replying , I just shoved her aside as I quickly headed to my room locking the door behind me. I immediately went to the bathroom and no matter how much I tried washing my hand or my face nothing could make me escape this reality. I tried crying but there were no tears nothing. Only my mental state was shaken beyond repair. My girlfriend called but I just stared back at the phone ringing unable to do a thing.

I was afraid . Afraid that if I spoke she would notice something was off. I just couldn't do it anymore . I shut my phone off and for the first time since the unfortunate occurence I felt tears flooding my eyes. I knew that from then on nothing would ever be the same. I allowed myself to crumble down and cry. I just couldn't take it anymore.

knock! knock! knock!

"Honey talk to me, is something wrong?"

It was my mom. I knew she was worried. Her and me were very close and there was nothing that I ever hid from her. I knew my silence was killing her, most importantly I was keeping to myself which I never did. This only made me cry harder.

"Mom, I didn't do it. I promise I don't know how it happened .Mom I didn't do it."

I knew this made her even more confused, I just couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth.

"I know honey, please open the door and talk to me. You know you can talk to me about anything. I'm always ready to listen. Talk to me . your silence is killing me"

She was not going to give up. I knew she knew that something was off. No matter how angry or sad I had been in the past years I never ever withdrew to myself. I always went straight to her and she would allow me to lay on her chest while soothing me until I felt better. I was a mama's boy or so I had been told.

" I ca....I can't. I'm afr.... mom I ..am scared."

I was finally beginning to open up.

"I know honey. You know that I would always protect you. You know that honey."

I knew she meant it. I just didn't have the courage to say it loud.

" Please open the door for me .Let me in."

I was still shaken but after hearing her voice I felt a little bit better.

" What about dad? "

I asked while standing up slowly trying to wipe off my tears as best as I could.

" He left, he was so angry and I knew we needed sometime apart to think and breath."

At least he wasn't home. I needed peace and he was not going to give me that.

I unlocked my door and let her in. The moment she stepped foot inside I crushed into her and fresh tears found their way out again. She did not ask me anything , she just hugged me back and allowed me to cry my eyes out.

" Can I just hug you like this?"

This was all I needed. A source of comfort nothing else. Mom hugged me and did not complain. We sat on my bed and slowly my eyes started being heavy and I slowly drifted off to sleep with the assurance that she would always be there.