Thirty Days by Ceferine Young (i have read the book a hundred times TXT) 📖

“Home! My Mom would kill me if she finds the letter I placed on the kitchen counter.” I replied, panting but still running.

“The irony,” Zeus scoffed. “What letter?” He asked, confusion was clear in his voice.

“A suicide note of some kind, duh,” I retorted and rolled my eyes, knowing he didn’t see.

When I finally reached the house, I was already out of breath, and behind me was Zeus. Yes, the jerk followed me to my house because he said, and I quote, “It’ll be in my conscience if I let you go alone this time and you try to kill yourself again.” I didn’t know this guy had a conscience. Well, I’ll be damned!

I took a hold on the doorknob and realized it was already unlocked. Oh, drat!

Slowly opening the door, I peered before I fully entered. I shooed Zeus away but he didn’t budge. I walked further and decided to head directly to the kitchen when I thought no one was on sight.

Just as I turned right from the corridor, I immediately stopped on my tracks when I saw my Mom standing in the kitchen, my letter on her hands.

Oops! I’m late.

She snapped her head at me and with a furious glare, she stormed towards me and I suddenly felt a sting on my left cheek. My Mom slapped me... hard.

“What the hell were you thinking?” She cried, tears flowing down her face, and engulfed me in a tight embrace. “Please don’t do this again, Alex, please.” Mom begged, grasping my face with both her hands and kissed me on the forehead tenderly before hugging me again.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I muttered weakly and returned her embrace.

Someone suddenly cleared his throat, and I mentally cussed.

I totally forgot about Zeus.

Text: Ceferine Young
Publication Date: 03-29-2014

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