Injected ((RLLY FUCKIN OLD))

Chapter Eleven (Jacob)

I can already feel my heart rate quicken as we step towards the porch of my mom's house.

How will she feel after all of these years?

Sad?

Betrayed?

Will I have to explain why I left for so long?

Will she be heartbroken when I tell her that I'll be leaving literally the next morning?

Was it a mistake that I wanted to go here in the first place?

When being chased after the Injected, it requires you to think quickly.

So what is my final decision?

Should I continue walking or should I just turn around right now?

I step onto the porch and stop there for a moment.

After taking a deep breath, I choose which one I will be doing.

My choice has already been made.

We're going to see my mother.

I look to my right and notice that Ky is not beside me. I look to my other side. Not there.

When I turn my head, I notice that she is standing halfway up the driveway, her face stiff.

I sigh, "it's fine... Nobody here is going to kill you..."

She blinks twice, then starts moving. "Oh," I hear her mutter to herself.

I wonder what she was doing so far behind me.

After waiting for Ky to catch up, I turn towards the door.

I am still trying to take deep breaths as my heart slams against my chest.

Why should I be afraid of my own mother?

This, I actually don't know.

I have legally become old enough where I don't need a guardian to live with. Either way, I kind of do have a guardian... He's just not entirely legal as my guardian.

I curl my fist, ready to slam it against the door.

Knock. Knock.

Immediately, my heart drops down, towards my stomach. I can literally feel the adrenaline running through me.

I can imagine her running over to the door, looking at us through the keyhole.

I shiver. I don't even know why- something about that just scares me.

I get it, my childhood with her was simply terrible. Especially after my father left. I was afraid that she would start turning abusive- and she kind of did.

I never bothered to tell the police or anything because what's the point? I already ran away. I have a car in the parking lot and can drive away at any moment. And it's just plainly nobody's business but mine and hers. Yeah, I get it, I have trust issues with humans. I don't find anything wrong with that, though.

Abruptly, the door swings open.

There, I find someone who looks near enough to my mother.

Some of her features have stayed the same- her heart shaped face, her light blue eyes, her spare upper lip.

But, I can clearly see several changes to her physical appearance over those five years. Her hair is now gray, almost white, and large bags have formed under her bottom eyelid. Creases on her forehead and below her nose have permanently formed on her face.