It was Her (11)
After watching Thriller, there was a loud knock at the door. My heart raced. John went over to answer it and I prayed in 5 different languages all at the same time that someone had come to save me. Unfortunately there was no savior. Only some small woman I didn’t recognize that John was letting inside. She sat on the couch for quite some time while they talked. Jessica seemed to be familiar with her and may have even knew who she was. I don’t know why, but I had no clue. John seemed pretty familiar with her too. They laughed and joked about who knows what. Then the conversation got really serious. It seems that this woman was wanting to take Jessica and I somewhere. John was getting nervous.
The woman finally talked John into believing that this little trip for pizza and arcade fun would be fine. Although he didn’t want her to take us alone, she convinced him that this was a little “girl time” and that it would give him a break and some space. She played the “concerned friend” role and he bought it. They agreed that she could come back the next day and take us for a lunch date. She would take us for pizza and play time and would eventually have us back later that evening. John had us ready to go the next day and the woman came to get us. I was excited to get out of the house and have some fun for a change. We got in the car and she started to back out of the driveway while glancing over her shoulder. Pulling into the street she stopped, and before she put the car in drive she asked me “Are you ready to go see your mom?”
I was so confused as she drove away. Where were we going? Were we going home? Where was mom? If she was okay and so close, why didn’t she come back for us? Was she mad at me? Did she hate me? What if John finds out? Will he beat me? Will this be my fault too?
She didn’t say anything else the entire car trip and there is no way I could tell you how long we drove, but we eventually pulled up in front of a house where my mom was waiting on the porch. She picked up a bag and ran to the car. The woman got out and my mom sat in the drivers seat. The woman handed my mom an envelope and told her that she should head out before John got a clue of what was going on. She wished us luck and told my mom to be careful. My mom pulled down the street and I looked out the back window at the woman still standing there. I still have no idea who she was but I always knew that she had changed my life that day. Not better and no worse, just different. I had been praying for different. I wish I could thank her.
I had no idea where we were going and I don’t remember most of the drive. I remember that it took forever and I was hungry more than I wasn’t. I also remember that my mom stopped to use payphones often and that she cried during most of the trip. Most importantly, at least to me, was that she hardly said a word to me the entire drive. I sat scared in my own thoughts wondering where we were going and where she had been. Maybe she was mad at me and hated me like John said. Maybe she found out about the secret and never wanted to talk to me again. Maybe everything was my fault after all. I slept.
The car door slammed and it woke me up. I had to pee. My mom grabbed us out of the car and rushed us across a lawn and up onto a porch. She knocked, rang the doorbell, and looked around nervously. An older woman answered. “She has to pee,” my mom said.