Eighty Eight

The light was still on. I did not think we were ready to sleep yet, except maybe for Baron who was turned the other way.

“What do you think might have made mom decide to pack her bags and say she wanted you both to leave?” Lucas wondered.

“You heard her say she had a fight with dad. She probably thought he did not want Katherina on the house anymore.” Zach replied him.

“So girlfriend?” He called.

“Yes, boyfriend?” I turned toward his direction.

“Can I ask a personal question?”

I could already guess what he wanted to ask, I sighed. But the problem was the kind of reply I was supposed to give him? What could I possibly say to him? He would not understand. My hand went to the bracelet on my wrist and toyed with idly.

“Ask.” I simply said. That scenario that had taken place in school played in my mind, it was as though I was watching a movie. A movie of my own life. A section of my life that was quite embarrassing. That had been humiliating but for some very peculiar reason, the Salvato