Chapter 3 Fate walked in

No Tom, get back in the car, will meet at the airport. Now run back to daddy"

I fret my needy face pouting my lips so my eyes can look as helpless as I was. Mother stalled with a straight face gazing at me. I could almost mimic. She was getting a dark color in her face. Until a smile rose from her cheeks, and it showed her hand. I smiled and ran to grip the palm of her hand with mine that was only the size of her delicate fingers. The hoots noised from our behind, Instantly I looked back at our father's van and saw him peaking at the passenger's seat so that I can at least see his face.

"Take care of mommy, okay?" I slightly lifted my cheeks, looking at him as he looked back.

"Honey, are you mad at me?!" Mom hilariously turned with an attitude. "Ask me again when I come back, and your hand is holding a credit card. How about that as an apology?!" She murmured.

"Come on, Honey! Munchie, I love you!" He yelled.

I could hear giggles in the car, and so I waved at him as my fingers clutched tighter onto her hand felt ready to go finally. We then left the vehicle distantly walking, once more she looked back and almost stopped footing, pointing at the car:

"Fasten your seat belt, Pitt!" She said while we walked.

When we arrived home, she was so in such a rush to find her purse. I am standing between the door of my parent's room, wondering why it is so important to her; the only answer I came up with was the importance of money. We won't get sandwiches at the garage or sweets, also the need of my new shoes so I can duck on the dam loopholes when Paige chased me, it was springtime, so I asked myself why not? Staring at the passage, and I am imagining.

"Don't just stand there, Tom, help me out!"

She said. At the same time, my hands were put in my navy tracksuit, with the imagination that had just died in seconds. Nothing found, nothing called out fate. I began asking myself if she even had it inside the room. We are both hassled with the little that we touched.

Whole drawers ripped out, bed shifted, and curtains folded if there is any glitch we could see. It did not take several minutes before my mother's phone rang, and she answered it.

I did not hear much; my attention was taken by the search of my mother's purse. Between the conversation, I picked up a drop of her voice and spoke words of not finding her wallet and summoned they can go ahead without us. I assumed she was talking with my father over the phone. I even wondered how far they are by now. Surely, they expected to meet us at the airport. Those words flew by as well.

An hour later, I ended up checking her coat hanging outside the wardrobe that we were watching it for so long. I could not even bother until my hunch sent me to it. Slowly my little hands tucked into that gigantic pocket because I was shorter, I had to use my toes to reach the depths in them. A solid object met the tips of my fingers. My hands are prying deeper. I am busy clutching as it slips and falls back.

"Mom!" I called out. "I think it is here. I think it is here!" She dropped the pillow that she had torn, her whole arm inside it while feathers flew on top of the bed and the floor. I could not even have a chance to ask myself why in the world did her behavior take her there.

Her kisses blessed my two cheeks. I was proud to help her, while she smiled like someone who had won a lottery ticket with a maroon Prada filled in her dirty hands. Juggle of keys came out of her pockets; she instantaneously locked the door while I was waiting for her.

"If it wasn't for you, I don't know where we would be right now." Mom mimicked.

"No dear, don't mention it. I'm only glad we ran into each other. It has been ages I haven't seen your adorable family." Aunty Rachel declared.

My head is leaning on a brown leather seat. We just had a lift on our way back to our neighborhood. A red polo by a friendly middle-aged Indian woman who is a friend of my mother's. The sunlight strongly blazed on the window glass. It upset my iris, instinctively I watched the car stir short left and hit the freeway.

I leaned on my mother's arm playing with the keys in my mother's hands, my mind's getting restless, but subconsciously I'm bored, though as long as I'm with her, the world is a better place. Loud hoots suddenly sounded on the road, I looked up and witnessed the cars so teeming ahead of us. Police invading on the N2 freeway with yellows straps, that was written in black words; I barely could see what was happening before them. Only sighted this gigantic truck among the cars, which looked as if it had lost control somewhere. Something might have happened there; a car accident might have occurred there. Mom summoned the lady to pull over only a few meters away. She unfastened the seat belt and seemed curious and puzzled, thus to see.

"Oh lord, what has happened here? December holidays always pass with tragedy." The lady said. She unlocked the door, ought to walk out. "Stay in the car; don't move." She said.

"I mean it, Thomas, stay." She went out of the car I kneeled on the seat to see out of the car window. Curiosity brought an urge within me to see the same as her, and so I opened the door, and the lady yelled my name. I pushed the door back and ran after her as always. It so unsafe the hoots bloviated chaos. She is fast walking on her black heels.

I am chasing up on her footsteps. "Mom!" I called out inside my head. My fists have tightened up I am running trying to get myself into the picture. She never even realized I was chasing after her. Until I ran and I saw her feet slowed down, I am so young, and I am getting excited thinking favors are on my side.

That when I noticed her left knee bent, her heels cramped, I am confused about what state she was bound to be in. And the navy van that had been run over by the truck still had wheels slowly spinning. My foot slipped on the wet road, and I fell on my stomach, that is when she turned and realized I was there all along, and watched my stomach taking such a fall. My mind stopped, and I am still glaring, confused seeing something so big seemed squashed into something so small, shattered into nothing. Tears glimpsed; the same eyes covered in watery.

I lied there wondering why the car looked so familiar. The police officer grips my arm on the ground gently: "Jesus, what are you doing here? And where are your parents? This is a crime scene.

A child is not permitted to be here." She said while I glared at my mother's image, everything around me started to blur and when her feet crumbled again, and her body got tired for one second. I thought she stopped breathing, I thought she's going to faint and that's when I knew, that's when I knew it was my father's. My arm riddled the police officer's hand. I disappeared in front of her like she was never there. I'm running straight into the car; my feet are not counting.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Mom grabbed me before I could even get nearer, her hands wrapped so tight while she wept in my ears, begging me to stop running. I pinched her skin, clapped her hands so I can get away from her. Instead, her hands pressed to mine, clutched them both and wept so much and I realized I'd hurt my mother, Her hands bled a little from those scratches, and my tears are dripping, I'm not caring about anything else in the world except wanting to get into that van and help out my dad. But do you know what was funnier, is that I knew deep down nobody could live in that wrecked steel that has shrieked into nothing, it is just that, the reality is never easy to accept.