Chapter 42

KYLE'S P.O.V.

"Kyle? Kyle!"

I heard Mom call, and then I heard footsteps running noisily up the stairs. I could bet that by the time she got up from her chair and started running to me, her mind had already concocted terrifying images of me dead and spread out on the floor.

Yes, my mother has always been a drama queen; and usually, I made it a point of duty to remind myself to avoid saying or doing anything that might elicit such a reaction from her, but with the image in front of me, I didn't have the time or willpower to push her feelings to the front lines of my thoughts; at the time, I just needed her to give me answers.

"What...what is it?!" Mom's usual silvery voice was laced and distorted by fear, her words stumbling out in disjointed fragments as she barged into the room with everyone else close behind her, and soon all their wide stares wrapped protectively around our figures.