Mommy's Little Boy (Under Construction)

Chapter 6

“Luka honey, wake up.”

 I started, straightening up in the car seat. “Where are we?” I asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “I’m too tired to ride in here anymore.” Mom Margaret laughed lightly, gently turning the car to the left.

“It’s alright baby, we’re almost there.” I yawned widely and stretched my arms to touch the car’s ceiling. I smiled for a half-second before everything came back to me. I lived for the moments when I first woke up. I didn’t remember anything for a short while, and it was freeing. Too bad it couldn’t last.

“Mom,” I whined, yawning again. “I’m really really tired, can’t I go to sleep now? Please?” I saw the back of her head shake, and I sighed unhappily. What were we doing right now? It seemed pretty late since the sky was dark and there were barely any cars on the dirt road.

Dirt road?

I looked back out of the window and hopelessness filled me. We were in the middle of nowhere. At least, that’s what it looked like. The road wound on for miles, the ground mostly flat. I had absolutely no idea where we were.

“Um, mom, why are we nowhere?” I whispered. For some reason it felt like talking loudly would be wrong. “Luka, hon, we’re not nowhere you silly goose. We’re in Mexico.” I frowned, confused. “Isn’t Mexico across the ocean though?”

She laughed, the sudden noise echoing through the car. “No dear, Mexico is not across an ocean. I think you’ll need a Geography tutor when you get older. It’s below where we were, in the United States. Took a lot of driving, but we’re finally across the border!”

“Why are we in a different country?” I saw her in the rearview mirror as her smile dropped. I got scared when her face was completely expressionless, her mouth a thin white line. It was a look similar to the one she had worn before killing the policemen.

She ran a hand through her short blonde hair and tilted her head to stare directly into the mirror. We locked gazes for a split second before I turned away, shivering at the unearthly glow of her green eyes. It was just a reflection from one lone vehicle with too-bright headlights, but it was still frightening. “It’s a part of our trip, Luka. No more questions.”

I woke up again after a while, this time the sun burning brightly in the deep blue sky. After I adjusted to the sudden light I took in my surroundings and frowned. No longer was I in a car, but a small scratchy bed with a light green bedspread. The walls were a darker green, like the color of leaves on the trees back home. Other than my bed the room was empty. I carefully pulled back the covers and fixed them, knowing how my mommy would always sigh and shake her head at the mess I left in the mornings.

I peered out the one window and gazed at the yellow grass surrounded by reddish-gray dirt. Was this Mexico? I wondered. Everything looked dead, or close to it. I hoped mom Margaret hadn’t stolen this house from whoever owned it. She’d already done enough to hurt people.

A soft tap on the door made me turn around. “Luka?” I heard mom Margaret ask. “Are you awake?” I took a deep breath and sighed, crossing the room in a few steps and opening the door. I did my best to smile up at her, the unfamiliar blonde locks framing her face. “Hi mom.”

She leaned down and gave me a big hug, while I tried not to squirm away. I swear sometimes she felt like she was suffocating me. “Oh baby, you slept for such a long time! You must be starving, am I right?” I nodded, staring at the ground once she released me. “Yeah, I’m hungry.”

I followed her through a short hallway that led into a small kitchen. I wrinkled my nose at the strange scent wafting throughout the house. It smelled like one of those brand-new houses mommy and I were looking at after dad left.

A short overweight woman hustled in the room, speaking rapidly to herself. Her face was covered in wrinkles, and her light gray hair fell in an unorganized tangled mess. I frowned. It looked like she hadn’t brushed it this morning. She stopped short when she saw mom Margaret and I standing there.

“Hello Evita,” mom Margaret greeted her, smiling. “How are you this morning?” The woman shook her head slowly, never breaking eye contact with mom Margaret. “Mala mujer,” she hissed, stalking over to the stove. “Vas a morir.” Her eyebrows rose questioningly, and she took a few quick steps around to face the woman who I think was Mexican. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Would you translate it please?”

Mom Margaret’s sugar sweet voice made me scared, and I hoped she didn’t kill this lady. She was probably just speaking gibberish anyways. Evita finally spoke, her words thick with her strange accent. She must be Mexican. “I say good day. I hope boy sleep well.” I wondered if she went to school. Maybe if she failed that’s why she spoke so badly.

“Luka, you did sleep well, didn’t you?” Mom Margaret turned her baby voice to me, and I nodded. Not like she could do anything f I hadn’t. “Well Evita, there’s your answer. Make him whatever he wants to eat, I’ll be back.” She leaned down to give me another too-tight hug and whispered, “Remember Luka dear, stay inside. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” I bit my lip at her obvious threat and nodded. It seems like I’ve been doing that a lot lately, instead of speaking out loud.

She turned on her heel and walked out. I hesitantly stepped towards Evita, smiling tentatively. She wasn’t much taller than me, I found. She smiled in return, and knelt down beside me. I was looking down at her now. “What you want eat, niño?” Evita asked with a bit of difficulty. I thought for a moment before saying, “Cereal is okay.” She nodded and shuffled over to the cupboards. After a few minutes she had laid my bowl on the table and set a spoon down in front of it. “Here you are niño,” she called softly. I walked over to the chair and plopped down, only now realizing how hungry I was.

“Evita,” I said between mouthfuls of Captain Crunch. “Why do you work here?” She stopped muttering under her breath and stared at me, unblinking. “I need money,” she answered shortly. “Oh. But why for mom Mar-I mean, my mom?” She smiled sadly at me. Looking carefully around the room she laboriously made her way to where I was sitting. “You not her son, no?” she whispered. “She take you. I know. I keep many secret.”

I shook my head wildly, hoping mom Margaret hadn’t heard. Evita placed her hand on my shoulder, softly saying, “It okay, I know. I know. You okay now Evita’s here. She take care of you for now.” I finally calmed down a bit, looking at her sadly. “Evita why do you stay here? Why don’t you just leave? You can get another job.” She looked down at her wrinkled hands and sighed deeply. “Then I no able to take care you and others.”

At this I sat up. “Others? She has others?” Evita’s eyes widened and she backed away a bit. “I go now. You be no Luka, you be you.” She turned and hobbled away through one of the doors leading off the kitchen. Not a minute later, mom Margaret came in. “Sorry hon, I had to take care of something. Everything alright?” I stared straight ahead and nodded wordlessly. “Everything’s fine.” That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

**A/N: Okay, for all you lazies that didn't translate the Spanish words! (Just kidding, I wouldn't have either)

Mala mujer - Evil woman

Vas a morir - You shall die

Niño - Boy

~If any of these are wrong please tell me, I tried looking them up but couldn't get straight translations~

I think that's it. Sorry if there's more grammatical errors than usual, since I put Spanish words in Microsoft Word it assumes I want everything to be in Spanish and tells me everything in English is wrong. Ugh! But at least this is up. AND I'm sorry for it being so late and short and yeah...kay I think that's about it. Hope you enjoyed it, even if this was a filler! :D