Silas took the package she handed him and tossed me a weird look.
One that oddly appeared almost calculating.
I wasn’t sure if he was watching me to gauge my reaction to my mother, or if he was watching me to make sure I didn’t say anything in front of her.
“I’m sorry, baby. But I didn’t know you would be here,” my mother continued. “I only brought Sebastian, Silas, and Blaise something to eat.”
So she knew them all on a first name basis.
Well now, that was interesting.
“That’s okay, I’m not hungry,” I lied.
I’m starving.
I hadn’t realized that it was two. I’d missed lunch and I skipped breakfast because I wanted to do other things this morning.
Things that involved Silas’ massive cock and my vagina.
Which was better than breakfast any day.
“You’ll have some of mine,” Silas ordered.
I gave him a look which clearly said, ‘You can shove that food up your ass.’
He gave me one right back that said, ‘If you don’t eat some of my food, I’ll spank you in front of your mother.’
Clearly that wasn’t an option, so I reluctantly sat down.
He handed me one of his sandwiches, and I reluctantly took it.
It was massive, and I really couldn’t see how he’d get one in his stomach, let alone two, but who was I to judge?
I could eat an entire bag of potato chips in one single sitting.
Something I’d only just discovered that I could do the day after I’d gotten out of prison.
Then my mind sobered, and unsurprisingly, I wasn’t very hungry any more.
I’d done a good job these past few days forgetting about the reality that was my life.
Silas was a good distraction.
Actually, he was a great distraction.
I hadn’t had to drink myself to sleep for a good four days straight, thanks to Silas’ and his skills.
“So how have you been, honey? You haven’t stopped by lately. I’ve been worried about you,” my mother said, picking up a small container of coleslaw and digging into it with a plastic fork.
“I’ve been fine, thanks,” I said. “How’s work?”
My mother worked as a float nurse at the hospital in Shreveport.
She’d been a nurse there for nearly thirty years.
She and my dad met there in fact.
My dad had been hit by a drunk driver, and he’d been in the hospital with a broken femur.
My mother had been his nurse during his hospital stay, and the rest, as they say, is history.
“It’s good,” my mother said distractedly.
“How’s dad?” I asked, trying to get her eyes off Silas.
My brows furrowed.
My mother was staring at Silas with worry.
For some unknown reason, I wanted to step in front of Silas to block my mother’s eyes from him.
It was jealousy.
I was jealous!
Of my mother!
My mother obviously had some sort of relationship with Silas, the man I was sleeping with, and it was beginning to really rankle and unnerve me to know that she clearly knew him better than I did.
“He’s fine,” she said, finally looking at me. “He’s busy at work.” She turned away from me once again. “How’s your daughter, Silas? Is she doing well?”
Ok, so she also knew his whole family.
Wonderful.
“She’s good. Her husband got into a little trouble a week ago during a SWAT op. But he’s fine. She’s worrying over him like any good woman would,” Silas said around bites of his sandwich.
I really didn’t have much of an appetite any more, and I couldn’t handle watching this familiar, comfortable interaction between Silas and my mother any longer.
I put the sandwich down, minus the four bites I’d taken, placing it on to Silas’ plate.
“I gotta use the restroom,” I lied. “Be back.”
Belly got up when I did, and I was so grateful I could have kissed her.
Maybe she could feel my anger and confusion over the situation, this clearly unmistakable friendship that my mother and Silas somehow shared.
I didn’t understand whatever it was that was going on between them, and I wasn’t happy about it at all.
This meant I didn’t plan on coming back after I finished supposedly using the bathroom.
Silas and my mother didn’t stop talking as Belly and I left, and something about that enraged me.
They acted like they had a relationship!
And it wasn’t normal.
My dad was a territorial man. A very territorial man.
When I was sixteen, my mother had innocently smiled at another man, and my father had flipped way the freak out.
So given that fact, a fact that my mother was very well aware of about my father, what in the ever lovin’ hell was going on between her and Silas?
I walked down the street to the high school, remembering seeing volunteers disappear and reappear out of the gym doors, a gym that was completely separate from the falling down building surrounding it.
That’s where I assumed the restrooms everyone was using were located.
I was right.
According to the man sitting on the brick wall outside, I’d made the right call.