As soon as the woman walked away from him, giving him some space to think, everything opened. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to speak to his mom. He turned around carefully, like a hostage trapped in his own room, and he turned the doorknob, opening it halfway.
He sees his mom standing there in her stained shirt and shorts stopping at her thighs, and she curled her lip into a sneer, "What? Do you think you're so grown that you can ignore me?"
Silas felt his heart racing like a hammer, and he shook his head with one goal: to soothe his mother so she would leave. Otherwise she might get the both of them killed.
With that goal in mind, he said, like he had a terrible day, "Mom, I really had an awful day. Could we talk later?"
Silas watched his mother furrowing her brow, and her eyes scanned his face, trying to uncover his secrets, his heart, and his life. She said with a low frown, "Look, I'm aware that I have my own faults, but I am still your mother. Please don't ignore me."
Silas was getting frustrated. She never respects his space when he wants peace. Sometimes he feels like she just wants to guilt-trip him in order to make him open up to her.
With an annoyed frown, he said, barely holding his resentment towards her, "Mom. I told you I'm not feeling well. We can talk later tonight or tomorrow morning."
Silas watches his mother furrowing her brows more, and a loud sound thuds behind him, like something was dropped to the ground. His shoulders stiffened from his heart pounding once again, and he wondered internally to himself, 'What the hell is she doing?'
His mom no longer furrowed his brows, but they were etched with a furious rage, like she understood something. Her mouth finally opened wide like she found out about her husband's scandalous affairs.
She asked in a sharp voice, "Who do you have in your room?! There better not be a whore in there!"
Silas's eyebrow rose high like a saucer. He keeps whispering to himself over and over like a broken puppet. 'PLEASE SHUT UP, MOM.'
Before he could respond, she raised her hand, pushing him backwards hard without any warning. He wanted to protest, but his feet stumbled backwards, like tripping on some invisible yarn.
As soon as his mother entered his room with a righteous roar, as if about to discover her son's whorish ways, she stopped right there in the middle of the room, and she looked around with sharp eyes, unlike how a drunk woman should behave.
She furrowed her brow like she was confused, and she kept looking around like a madwoman. Once her eyes zoned on the door with a laser focus, she stomped to the door with a determined goal.
She opened the door with a sharp pull, and it was nothing. Just clothes and more pants scattered on the carpet floors, and three to four pairs of shoes hanging from the walls. She looked at the closet with a furrowed brow, and her hands went through the clothes, making sure no one was hiding.
Once she realized no one was there, she closed the door, and she looked around the room, and she turned to her son standing there in the room. She almost felt ashamed, but she was certain she heard something.
She said in a low voice, "Be honest with me. There's really no one hiding in your room."
Silas felt his heart gripped painfully by fingers, and he saw past her shoulders long locks of black hair at the corner of the window.
His brow furrowed, then he turned back to his mom with a forced smile and lied straight to her. "No, Mom. There's no one in my room."
She looked at him suspiciously before looking around his room, and she sighed like a tired old woman. Once she couldn't find anything, she slowly walked to him, and she was about to touch his face.
But Silas stepped back away from her. It wasn't on purpose; it was instinctive and automatic. Her eyes furrowed with a hidden sad expression, and she pretended like that didn't happen, and her hands fell to her sides.
She said with an awkward cough and looked at him with a straight face, "Since I've already cooked for the past two days, it's your turn to cook tonight."
Silas nodded, anything to make her leave. Once she saw that nod of confirmation, she looked around the room for the last time before leaving. The door closed with a faint bang.
Silas turned to make sure the door was locked fully, and he sighed a deep sigh of relief, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Too much happened today.
"Your mom is really intense."
Silas immediately turned around with a furrowed brow, and he said in a sharp voice he couldn't hold back, "Did you climb out of my window?"
She sneered at him with an arrogant flick of her hair, and she said in a low voice, "I would watch the way you're speaking to me."
Silas held back his words, and he bit his lip hard enough as his heart almost slowed down. One crisis had passed, but the real problem was still here. In his room.
Silas went to sit on the bed, but he kept his distance away from the woman standing in his room, and he looked at her with a faint frown. "How long are you staying here?"
A sneer filled with plain arrogance etched across her face, and she said in a low, deadly tone, "Are you kicking me out?"
Silas shakes his head despite wanting to nod. He knew if he said the wrong word, he might lose more than a finger, and painfully so. He wanted to sleep so badly, and he couldn't do that with the vampire here.
He was completely worn out, and his eyes felt strained and sore. He knew it was exhaustion making him lower his guard, but he crawled into his bed, under his comfy blankets, and he fell asleep.
The alluring vampire watched all of his actions with a sharp, narrowed gaze like a dangerous beast.