Catherine stood pacing around the house. She bit her nails to a clean. Her eyes had bags under them as big as the world. She had been up all night, not even attempting to fall asleep for even a little bit. Her son was missing and has been missing for two days or so now. She looked back and forth from the clock on the wall. Tick-Tock Tick-Tock. The sound of the clock was mixing in with the sound of her feet making the floor boards creek. Her eyes focused back on the clock again. Last time she looked it was 6. Now it’s 6:05. Time felt like it was going slower and slower…and slower…and slower. She just wanted to know if he was safe somewhere. Hell even if the cops called or a fucking bloody Rosario called her she would answer and hear what they had to say. She didn’t care who or where they’re from or who they’re working with. She just wanted to know if her “baby” was safe, sound, and wrapped in a blanket unharmed.
Shaking her head she told herself she had to go out and look again before it’s too late and he ends up in someone’s mailbox, on a papers saying
“Missing Child! Cameron Moreno, aged 17. If seen or know anything please call Missing and Exploited Children!”
The image rattled Catherine to the core. It’s one of a parents worse nightmare to see their child’s face plastered on one of those things. Only one person she knows could be involved with this. Cynthia Rosario. She could feel herself turning red at the thought of that woman’s name. Just as Catherine was about to go out and look for her son once more, she heard the doorknob rattle. She could only suspect a few people to intrude. Her nephew Jeremy to tell her if he was found. Her daughters to check on Catherine and bring him back safely. And Cameron himself. Her heart started racing thinking about the odds of it being him. The door opened slowly and time slowed down as well.
Please let it be Cameron…oh god or at least let Cameron be wrapped around someone…or someone to at least give me some good or bad news. Preferably good. The door swung open.
Cameron climbed out of Adrianna’s car. The doctors had decided that whatever Cynthia had drugged him with was out of his system, and let him go home. “I’ll be fine,” he told his sister. “You go home and get some rest.” Then, he nudged the car door closed with his hip and went to the front door. He decided with both arms in casts for eight weeks, he’d figure out how to open and close doors by himself.
He went to the door and very slowly and tediously opened the door. ”Goddammit,” he muttered under his breath, twisting his arm awkwardly to get it open. He would have to learn a lot faster than he thought.
He didn’t even think to assume that Catherine was home until he walked into the Moreno home. Though thinking about it, where else would she be? He stopped, seeing Catherine. His first reaction was to run (however painfully that might be) to her and hug her tight, but he didn’t. He knew he was in deep shit, because in another last-ditch attempt to ruin his life and make him miserable, that psycho bitch Cynthia had told everyone about his friendship with Adelaide.
Shit. Goddamn fucking shit.
“Hey, Mama,” he said, standing awkwardly in the foyer. He wasn’t sure what Catherine would do. Hit him? Hug him? Start screaming about how stupid it was to be around Adelaide? God, what would she do if she knew I liked Ade? He decided she would probably never, ever, ever find out.
Standing motionless, Catherine looked at the boy walk in and look at her. Cameron was all beat up looking. Had cuts, bruises, and a cast. What did that bitch do to him? Run him over? She stared at him for a while before actually doing anything. She wasn’t positive on what to do first. Was she gonna yell at him? Oh hell yeah she was gonna do that but, not right away.
Walking over to him, she opened her arms and gave him a light hug. At least he was safe and sound at home that’s all she cared about. “We need to talk.” She broke the hug careful not to hurt him or anything. Catherine on the outside was way different from Catherine on the in. On the inside she was a ticking time bomb. One wrong thing she says and she could blow the roof off the house and send it to space she was that furious and fragile at this point.
She walked over to the couch and had him sit down. She wanted to know everything from who helped Cynthia (if anyone did) and why she decided to do this to him. Sure Rosario is insane and is a straight up loony toon but, she has a reason she did this to him not just out of fun to do something to an “innocent” Moreno. Catherine started pacing again as if she’d been doing it this whole time. Back and forth. Wall to wall. Floorboard to floorboard. “Cameron Moreno, you better to tell me EVERYTHING. And when I mean EVERYTHING, I mean EVERYTHING!” She wanted answers…NOW. And she was gonna get those answers NOW. Not tomorrow, not next week, not next month, NOW. She turned around to face him looking him dead in the eye. That calm Catherine he saw 2 minutes ago was now ashes.