Untamed S2 ep04
UNTAMED
WRITTEN BY
STEVEN JERAL HARRIS
EDITED BY
EMERALD BLUE OKIKI
S2 ep04
Something To Remember.
A tapping on my door wakes me up to a brand new day. I lift my face
from my pillow in order to answer.
"Come in," I say in a drowsy
voice.
My mom walks in looking graceful as always,
although she’s still in her nightgown, and sits at the
foot of my bed.
"How'd you sleep?" she asks with
a warm smile.
"Never slept better," I tell her.
That’s an understatement. Without
arthritis, I don’t have to worry about
tossing and turning every so often in order to get comfortable. It’s been a long time since I slept so peacefully.
"You have a month until school. We
have to get your stuff in order."
I groan and turn onto my side, unwilling to
depart from my bed.
“Right now? I’m still so tired.” I
say to her while I stretch.
“I want to be out by eleven, we have to get
everything done today cos I start my new job tomorrow.” She stands and pulls
the blankets off of me.
“I’ll be up in a little
bit,” I reply in a moaning tone.
“No missy, get up. You think it’s bad now, wait until school starts.”
“Okay five more minutes.” I plead to her.
“Nope,” she says while walking over to the window
where the curtains are still closed.
“Mom, you better not open those curtains.”
She looks over her shoulder at me and
smiles with sly eyes.
“Or what?” she asks boldly.
“Or else,” I reply back with a similar
look.
She slowly eases her hands up to the
curtains, looking over her shoulder, grimacing.
“You’ve been warned,” I
tell her with serious eyes.
The bright morning rays pour into my
bedroom, making me squint, as she throws the curtains wide open. She shows off
a false sad face and shrugs her shoulders.
“Sorry, I slipped.”
Her smart remark entices me to throw my
pillow at her, but she’s way too swift. She
catches the pillow in mid-air like it’s nothing. Now I just
made matters worse.
The enemy has my weapon.
“Oh, war it is then. It’s on girlfriend,” she says with leering eyes.
I can’t keep a straight face
any longer. I break out into an uproar of laughter that doesn’t cease.
“Okay. Okay. I quit,” I try to surrender.
“No mercy, no prisoners,” she says while charging
at me like a crazy person.
I curl into a ball on my bed and use another
pillow as a shield. My laughter increases as she begins her onslaught of deadly
blows. I retaliate by rolling off the side of my bed, dodging one of her
swings, and hitting her on top of her head. This causes my weapon to burst,
sending small white feathers dispersing into the air.
She pauses for a moment, shocked by my counter
attack.
“You’ve just signed your
death slip,” she threatens while tightening the grip on her pillow.
“I’m pretty sure you mean
death warrant,” I chuckle after correcting her.
The laughter starts pouring out her mouth uncontrollably.
Then a second later she gets serious again, well, attempts to.
“Well, whatever you call the damn thing,
you’re signing it; dead or alive.”
As she rolls over the bed trying to catch
me, I run defenceless around the bed and out the room, screaming like a little
child.
Fifteen minutes and three busted pillows
later, I find myself exhausted and laying against my mom on the sofa. I pick
the last feather off my shirt and watch it slowly join the others on the floor.
“We haven’t had fun like that in
a while, huh?” her exhausted voice gently says into my ear.
“No we haven’t,” I reply modestly.
“Well, we really gotta get a move on it.
School is right around the corner.”
"School…" I think out loud and
begin to ponder about the idea of it. “Wow, everything is—” I finish with a
sigh.
“You don’t want to go?” she
sounds surprised by my remark.
“No, I mean, I like it there but—what if everything
goes back to the way it was?” Now I’m feeling a hint of
insecurity.
“Don’t question it, just
like your Uncle told me. Just keep moving and don’t look back, ever; alright?”
“Okay, I won’t look back.”
She pulls me closer and kisses me on the
top of my head. Now this is more like it. This is certainly one of those
moments worth remembering.
As time progress, I stop wondering about what happened on that day.
I’m just grateful it did happen.
For the first time in my life I feel like a
normal girl. It feels like I’m no longer Iva. I
finally feel like everyone else; normal. I wouldn’t dare tell my mother
about that strange scar I found on my shoulder.
I could but she’s been worried enough about that day I went to the hospital and I
made a promise to her that I’ll stop thinking about
it. Besides, it’s just a scar, right?
...to be continued
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