The Escape
Chapter 2 - Eros
"Mom, I'm going to go to the movies with Julie." I hollered before opening the front door.
"Don't even think about it Eros!" She yelled from the kitchen.
I stopped and heard her walk down the hall to the front door where she stopped, a damp rag in her hand.
"Remember what happened last time you were out? I'm not going to let that happen again." She said.
I knew what she was referring to.
Last week, I went out to the mall with Julie and after only thirty minutes I fainted.
"It's not going to happen again, mom." I groaned, annoyed with her opinion.
She gave me a look like she was never going to give in.
"You can't just keep me cooped up here!" I yelled, my blood boiling inside of me.
"Eros, you're sick! Practically every time you go out of the house I get a call from the hospital," she whimpered. "Do you have any idea what that's like?!"
"Mom--"
"It's terrifying, Eros." For once in my life I saw my mother as broken.
She'd always been so put together and strong, but her eyes at this moment showed a weakness.
I was still angry, I didn't understand how she felt at all.
"Keeping me inside is not going to make me better." I muttered before walking past her and up the stairs to my room.
I heard her sigh at the bottom of the stairs.
My blood pulsed hot through my veins and I felt bile rise in my throat when I got into my room and closed the door behind me.
I groaned and emptied the contents in my stomach in the toilet, brushing my teeth a minute later.
I texted Julie to tell her that I couldn't come over.
I looked out my bedroom window at the house next to mine, there was a window directly across from mine and a boy standing in the middle of what looked to be an empty bedroom, no bed, nightstand, or furniture.
I also noticed a moving truck in the front of that house, an older woman standing by the end holding a small cardboard box and a man around her age carrying a box into the house, where I couldn't see.
I looked back at the boy standing in the room, he was looking around, at the floor maybe.
A second later he looked at me.
My eyes widened and I smiled but looked down at my lap, ashamed.
I looked up a moment later to find him looking at something behind him, then leaving the room.
I knew one thing as I crawled into bed that night, I was intrigued by this in the window.