the truth hurts pt 3

I didn't feel like doing anything it was about 12:45am. I walked into my kitchen and drank some milk. Something moved behind me. I turned back.
"MOM! Geez scared the living daylights out of me! What are you doing out of bed? You should be sleeping." My mother Mable was 54. She got up, trembling.

"Son....." She started. Her tone very sympathetic.

"Mom. What happened? Is dad ok? Are you?"

She looked down and then smiled up at me.

"Jonathan... You know we love you...But your 23 you need to move out... Your father and I are moving into a home in 10 days. You have 9 days to move out." She didn't look back up at me. She left the room. I sat and thought.

Where in the heck am I supposed to find a place in 9 days????

I went to sleep. I dreamt with Natalie. She was guillty. But not of killing her boyfriend. Of what then?? I don't know but I'll find out.

Then next morning I woke up and took forever to get dressed. Why? I don't know. I put on my pin stripe suit. Black of course. And my black leather shoes. I looked good. I snapped a picture.

I left for work. Passing by starbucks buying myself a java chip frappacino. I got in at around 6:15 am.
I started reading Natalie's file. Clean. Not one wrong thing until now.

The truth hurts pt 2

I stuck the key in the ignition. I felt a sudden chill run up my back, I left the parking garage into the pitch black night. As I drove on the highway I looked up through the sunroof of my mercedis, not a star in sight. I kept hearing Natalies words in my head.

I just wanted him to let me go.

I turned the music up and tried drowning the thoughts of Natalie Rollen.......
My phone started ringing. I  looked at it. My sister, I sighed and answered it.

"Hello?" I said bleakly through the phone.

"OUCH! What's wrong little brother? Mommie won't cook what you want?" She laughed. So maybe I still do live with my mom. So what? I'm only 23.

"Nancy that's enough." I heard a slur in her voice as she spoke.

"Are you drinking?" I asked

"No.........." she said laughing

"What happened?" I said with a sting. My sister was 30 and never drank only when depressed.

"He....He left..." she said calming down

"Oh." I replied. Being a mother of 2 is hard enough but when your husband leaves. It has got to be super hard.

"I'm sorry Nanc." I hung up before she could answer. I trudged into my house. And turned on my light.......