But tonight felt different. As I was about to clean the dishes, she placed the groceries needed for my lunch and then walked toward her room at 9:30. I turned out the lights and walked toward my bedroom because I wanted her to think I was doing homework and not crying over Liv and myself being a murderer.
The only light I could see was the light coming from my Abuelita’s room and was relieved to hear her lock the door. Must have lost all the money to come back so early, I thought.
When I was about to close my door, another door opened to reveal my Abuelita rushing towards me with her travel bag packed and her moneybag, exposed on the floor. As I stood there, I found myself in my PJ’s and in my house slippers looking like a mess because I had been crying. Were we going somewhere?
“Abuelita, is there something I can do to help?” I sniffled. She was probably kicking me out. She must have found out I was a murderer.
“No mi hija. Nada. There is nothing you can do to help. Thank you. Just leave it to Abuelita.” uttered Abuelita. “You’re just going to have to come with me. Now.”
She took my arm, hard, and led me across the hallway. Now I was in trouble.
Abuelita then shoved me all the way to the van, told me to put the seatbelt on and told me to go to sleep while she went back inside to get “stuff”.
Nor soon after she left I could feel someone watching me. I could not place my finger on the feeling but I was suddenly very conscience of my abuela and our van.
She came back out with my travel luggage with all the necessities I needed to spend a whole week camping. I wanted to ask her what I could do to help because she looked like she needed it.
“No time to worry child,” whispered Abuela, “Stop asking questions and listen to the words I tell you.” She then handed me the luggage and a blanket.
“Fine grandma. Do you want me to drive?” I questioned.
“Hush my darling. No, its okay we will be there soon. There is something I have to do. It will only be just this night. Sleep, you are tired.” I wasn’t tired. But I didn’t want to upset her.
“Thank you Abuelita.” I lied.
I was awoken to the sound of an alarm clock beeping at five in the morning. Today was Saturday. I panned the area around to me and found it very unfamiliar. The bed from my room was smaller in comparison to the one I was lying in. The room was very hot and sticky and because I couldn’t feel the air conditioning in the room, I felt very faint.
I remembered that my abuela had told me to go to sleep while she would take us somewhere. What if she left me here? Oh no.
I found myself still wearing the PJ’s I went to go to sleep in. My hair was a huge mess and my breath smelled like rotten fish. I hated morning breath.
When I tried to look for the nightstand where I put my contacts, I felt something lurking within me urging me to let it out and to leave the house. Not soon after that, I could have sworn I saw eyes outside of the window that was beside of the bed. I had a lump in my throat, my hands started to sweat and I swore I could hear my heart beating.
I looked towards the object to only find a suitcase on the bed. Sometimes I jump to conclusions way too fast.
I quickly changed into a t-shirt and into jeans. Then I exited to find out where my abuela was. My footsteps echoed loudly in the hall because I saw my abuela walking towards me.
“Abuelita, where are we?” I stuttered.
“We are bunking with a friend of mine. Don’t worry, he helped me carry you in.,” she answered. Great.
“Why couldn’t we stay at the house? Am I in trouble? Did you find out?” I said.
“I thought we needed a night out of the same old house. Try something different. And I thought since you are working so hard in school, you could deserve a break”, replied Abuela.
Now I was really angry. That was the biggest lie I’ve ever heard; but I didn’t want Abuela to know that I knew, so I played along, “Thank you so much! You are the best abuela anyone could ask!” I mustered with the biggest smile I could put on my face.
“Mi preciosa flor, you have been so good. I don’t know what I would do without you.” There was a long pause as we both looked at each other. Then Abuela finally replied, “What did I find out?” I was not expecting that question.
“Nothing.”
She went down the stairs and into what seemed to be the kitchen.
The stairs were like big boulders in getting down a mountain. I slowly took a step and I held the rail to make sure I didn’t fall or trip all the way down. There was a million stairs, or what it felt like, and they were appearing to never end. I was amazed at how my abuelita went down the stairs really fast.
The final step was the hardest of them all. I was starting to feel dizzy and light-headed enough to just pass out. I wanted to lie on a bed and by no means wake up. My legs had felt like someone had tranquilized them. This was really weird considering the fact that I was going down a couple of stairs.
Almost instantly dread spread through me, rapidly, and soon I fell to the ground, weak. It was like poison and it spread misery throughout my body in mere seconds.
This was the most excruciating agony I had ever experienced. For all I knew, this could have been worse than one thousand tarantula spider bites in one day but again, I wasn’t quite sure. It made my body twist and turn, bend over backwards, and flinch out in every possible direction. Even though no one was touching me, I could feel my blood spilling all over my chest.
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