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.
Cameron never trusted for a second that Catherine wouldn’t start lecturing, but he let himself take comfort in the hug from his mother. Deep, deep, deep, deep down, he was, and always had been a Mama’s Boy. And he would admit that it was partially fear. But he loved Catherine, and the fact that he knew that he’d worried her killed him.
He was expecting the ‘we need to talk’. He was expecting a lecture about how stupid he was and about how Adelaide’s family had killed Austin and about how stupid he was (again) and blah blah blah. But he wasn’t expecting her to start screaming. He cringed when she yelled.
“Umm…” he said, staring at the floor instead of at his furious mother. “Well, I don’t know when Cynthia Rosario was diagnosed with Batshit Crazy Disorder, but I bet it’d start there.” When in trouble, his knee-jerk reaction was always to come up with a smartass answer, which usually got him grounded. He couldn’t help it though. It was the first thing that came into his head, and his brain-to-mouth filter wasn’t exactly the best. There went his totally bright future as a public speaker.
Sarcasm was apparently a knee-jerk reaction, too.
Catherine squinted her eyes. For some reason she felt that he was being passive aggressive. She folded her arms and pursed her lips. She tapped her foot against the hard wood. She never wanted to come off as the aggressive mother in her life but, like any mama bear she was determined to protect her young even if it did mean killing someone in the process. No she’s never picked up a gun or knife for that reason in her life but, one more act like this and it may come down to this.
"Look Cameron, right now I don’t want any smartass answers you got that? Sarcasm is now bub-bye out the window. Now tell me why that woman thought it would be okay for her to put her filthy little red, dirty nasty hands on you?" She rose and eye brow and leaned on her side a little bit. She watched her son shift a little bit. Never has Catherine been this sharp with her words before. She was always the mothering type. The one who kissed the boo-boo away. Not anymore. Not after this.
She started swaying as she waited for a straight forward answer. His sarcasm and wit was not gonna get him out of this shit. Catherine was done with the Rosarios for good. If she saw anyone of them on the street bleeding, she’d turn around and spit on them and wouldn’t feel any shame. Her brown eyes we’re now melting into fire. Mini bits of hell and her pupils widened into circles of both worry and anger.
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.