7 GONE AND RETURN Part 7

"What on earth are you guys doing?"

It was Elsa entering the room.

"Oh Thank, God, it's you. We just want to cover the wound." Morrisey said.

"Come on, hurry. My dad is outside. He could comes in any minute now." Elsa said again.

"We got it, babe." Dylan showed Elsa the container.

"is it weird that I'm happy that my boyfriend finally acquired my mom's blood?" Elsa said as he kissed Dylan. Unexpectedly, Dylan is surprised by the gesture, as if he never done it before.

"Let's get out from here, I need to go to the Sanderson's memorial." Morrisey said. "Wait, where are we going to meet after this?"

"How about we regroup at my place? Bring all the stuff we need. You too, Dyl." Elsa said.

"What?! I've done my part, why do I need to come too?"

"We need a helping hand." Elsa explained.

"I'm not going to help you guys calling the dead back, whoever it is.. no offense, Els, but.. this is too much for me, okay. The only reason I did this, it's because.." Dylan stops his words.

He looks at both Elsa and Morrisey who standing in front of him. Their conversation ends with the door being open wide, and a group of people coming inside the room.

The memorial service is about to begin.

***

Morrisey walks her bycyle, as she makes her way home from school. After her mom funeral, Elsa is still not coming to school, making her alone today. She hasn't texted her anything new, but since they promised to see each other this afternoon, Morrisey decided to go to Elsa's home. Wondering if Dylan is there too.

"Hey, Morrisey.." A voice called out to her. She looks to the source, it was Alyson McKay.

"What?" Morrisey who never spoke to her alone before instinctively keep her guards up.

"How's Elsa?" she asked.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious."

"She's fine." Morrisey said as she about to leave.

"You know, she isn't what you think she is.." Alyson suddenly speaks again.

"What do you mean? Are you trying to make me go against her, is that what you want? You can't make Dylan yours just by making me and Elsa fight each other, okay." Morrisey barked at Alyson.

"What?" Alyson chuckles a bit. "You really don't know anything don't you? Why would I want make Dylan mine?"

Morrisey feels embarrassed, her impudent doesn't seems to work on Alyson.

"Listen.. I'm on Dylan side. And as much as I don't care about you, I don't really like to see that all year-prom queen walk all over a helpless kid.." Alyson said again.

"What do you mean?" Morrisey asked.

"She's not your friend, okay. She's been telling everyone that you are her salvation project. That you'll end up dead if she's not keeping you around.. and she just telling everyone at my party yesterday that your mom beat the hell out of you. Is that true?"

Morrisey felt the panic run through her veins, she suddenly seing dots and flash lights. How did she knows, how Alyson knows about her mom abusive behavior. Does anybody else know? Who tells them? Is it Dylan.. or Elsa?

"I don't believe you.. you're lying.."

"Listen.. if it's true you need to get some help."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Morrisey could sense her fears taking over her brain. She begins hyperventilating.

"Hey, relax.. Dylan asked me if I could reach out to you, maybe you need some one to talk to other than you know.. Elsa. Dylan just wants you to be safe."

"Why would he wants that?" Morrisey asked nervously.

"That.. you need to ask him yourself." Alyson McKay finally walks away. Leaving Morrisey behind with a lot of questions.

***

"It's about time, where the heck have you been? I've been waiting for you. Did you bring all the stuffs we need?" Elsa shows at her front door, greeting Morrisey.

"Why aren't you at school?" Morrisey asked.

"Duh, I'm still mourning.." they go to Elsa's bedroom upstairs. The house seems empty, there's no one there but Elsa.

"Where's Dylan?" Morrisey asked again.

"That dumbass didn't reply to my message.. you didn't met him at school?"

Morrisey shakes her head. She then put the small container filled with Elsa's mom blood, along with her mother T-shirt on the table.

"Hey, listen.. I've been thinking.. How will your mom comes back? If this really work out, I mean.."

"What do you mean how?" Elsa asked back

"Well, is she going to be like.. rise from her grave like in Michael Jackson's Thriller video, or just magically appears in front of us?"

"I don't know, why don't you tell me.. this is your idea." Elsa curtly replied. Suddenly, there's a silence between them.

"Did you tell everyone, that my mom beat me up?" Morrisey abruptly asked.

"What?? Offcourse not. Are you accusing me being a tattler tale? After all this time .. after what my mom and I had done for you?" Elsa defended.

"If it isn't you, then how Alyson McKay know about it?"

Elsa chuckles. "I don't know, okay.. maybe you were talking to loud about it to me, they overheard.. maybe your mom told one of their parents.. who knows, this is a small town, Morri.. everybody will find your dirts eventually."

Morrisey looks at Elsa, and she almost hit her own head to the wall on why she never saw it before. Elsa doesn't care about her. She might never care about anyone other than herself. All she ever care about is what she wants.

"So.. are we doing this or not?" Elsa shakes her blonde hair, uncared.

"You did it, aren't you? You blabbered all my secret at Alyson's party."

Elsa sighs. "Are you still on that? You're the one who promised to showed up and never came. It's only a little payback.. and beside its the beer talking, no one will take it seriously anyway."

Morrisey can't believe how she trust Elsa all this time with her troubles, thinking that she actually care for her.

Morrisey takes out the book from her bag. "You know what.. my mom and you are actually just the same, you both are monster to me." She said as she throws the book in front of Elsa.

"You do it yourself." Morrisey said as she storms out from Elsa's room.

***

She doesn't want to be at home right now, so he just strolling down the street with her bike. If she comes home, who knows what her mother would be like. She could be on her alcohol and looking for a way to vent her energy. And Morrisey isn't in the mood on becoming a punching bag today. So she stays out and go to the convenience store for something to eat. She looks at the diner across the store where she saw Dylan there last time. But there's no way he is in there right now, and why in earth she's looking for him anyway.

Morrisey grabs a couple chips bag and a bread for dinner, she's seriously considering to stay out tonight but doesn't know where to stay.

"Where are you going? It's almost dark.." Another voice stutters Morrisey, and this one she knew, it was Dylan. Morrisey looks at Dylan who stands in front of her.

"Why aren't you at Elsa's today?" Morrisey asked.

"I think it's going to rain.. why you're still outside?"

Morrisey walks away. "You're not answering my question now?"

"I told you, I'm not going to help you guys with all of that.." Dylan said, tailing her.

Morrisey stay silent.

"I need to talk to you.." Dylan again.

"Just talk to Elsa."

"That's what I want to talk about."

"Then talk to her.."

"I'm breaking up with her!" Dylan suddenly shouted, making Morrisey stops moving.

"Why are you telling me this?" Morrisey softly asked.

"You want to pretend you don't know?"

Morrisey starts to walking again. "I don't think you're friends would like you to have a relationship with a trash like me."

"Will you please stop it! If you're a trash than I'm a trash too!" Dylan said as she grabs Morrisey's hand.

"I know how it feels.. my father.. he hits me a couple times too." Dylan confessed. "No body knows, because I don't think no one knows how it feels.. except you."

"So you prefer me, because my mom is abusive too?" Morrisey replied sarcasticly.

"Geez, Morri. Why do you have to make this so hard?"

The rain starts pouring.

"Come on. Let me take you home." Dylan said. Morrisey looks at Dylan, and suddenly she feels like she wants to come home, even though not to her house.

***

The journey back home, was quiet and uneventful. She's afraid if she talked it might ruined everything she probably hopes for. And now she almost doesn't have anyone else other than Dylan.

"Why you're front door is open?" Dylan asked as they approach the house.

Morrisey looks at her front door which slightly open. "Maybe my mom was drunk and forget to close the door."

"How long have you been gone? Do you want me to comes in with you?"

"It's okay.."

Right before Morrisey steps out from the car, Dylan grabs her hand again. "Call me if something happens, okay.."

Morrisey wants to shakes him off somehow like she always did, but this time unintentionally she just nods in agreement.

She comes inside the house and lock the door properly. The rain create the darker version of the house, and even though the night is approaching the lights in her house hasn't turn on yet. Morrisey assured her mom is drunk right now, forgetting to lock the door and turn on the lights. She quitely makes her way to her room, when she sees it.

It's her mom standing in front of the window. Her back is facing Morrisey, and she gazes outside the house, undistracted by Morrisey's presence. Morrisey is about to use the opportunity to slips to her room, but she senses something odd.

"Mom.." she called out. Her mother doesn't reply, not even move an inch. Whenever she's drunk, there's only two options, either she'll become aggressive or she'll passed out. This one is neither, and somehow creeping her up. Frightened, she decided to go outside to John's house. As she runs out the house, she bumps into Dylan on her porch. The accident almost makes her heart stop.

"Oh my God, why are you still here." Morrisey said.

"I was about to leave when I saw your mom by the window, at the side of the house. Why is she looking like that?"

"I dont know it freaked me up too.."

"Is she ill? Should we call the ambulance?"

Then they both stop talking because now, Morrisey's mom is standing behind them, still in her blank face and unmoved again.

"When.. how did she came here?" Dylan whispered.

"Evening, Mrs. lane." He said, with no reply.

"What do we do now? Dylan whispered to Morrisey.

"Let's ask John for help." She said.

***