“Sonia! Sonia
Durant! If I find you with that boy I will skin you alive!”
Sonia
awoke with a start, the last remnants of her nightmare filtering out of her
head like a dissipating cloud. Any fear that still remained quickly
evaporated as she realized the gravity of her current situation. This was
not a dream about flesh eating monsters; this was a real life problem that was
worse than any zombie could be.
“How does your mom know where we are?” asked Levi Saint, getting up off the
ground and quickly moving away from Sonia and eying the dark woods suspiciously.
“I don’t know, Celia’s a witch,” replied Sonia, quickly getting off the ground
to join Levi on the lookout for her mother, “I have no idea how she does half
of the things that she does.”
“Like a real witch? Like cauldrons and eye of newt and stuff?” said Levi, putting his shoes on and
preparing to run. Levi wasn’t really sure if he believed that Sonia’s
mother was an actual witch or not, but he knew for sure that she would have no
problem finding ways to do him harm if she caught him with her daughter,
regardless of the fact that the lifelong friends were still in the early
“hand-holding” stage common of many young relationships.
“Levi, if I told you about my mother you would never come around me again,
trust me,” Sonia explained as she gave Levi one last peck on the cheek before
pushing him off into the night. This was not the first time she had snuck
out so she had her story armed and ready to throw her mother off of the
relatively harmless trail. Sonia brushed the twigs off of her shorts and
turned to face her mother, plastering a look on her face that would hopefully
convince Celia that she was dealing with a chronic sleepwalker and not someone
that had found her first love in the neighbor boy that she had been friends
with her whole life.
“Mama…” groaned Sonia, throwing a
little extra sleepiness into her voice for dramatic effect “is that you?”
“Sonia!” her mother’s voice cut
through the night air. “What are you doing
out here?”
“Out here? Where, where am I?”
“Sonia you are out in the woods,
what’s going on? Have you been seeing
that Saint boy again?” The way her
mother said Levi’s surname made it sound like a curse word. But Sonia wasn’t going to let that get to
her, she was determined to see this ruse through to completion.
“I-I must have been sleepwalking
again mama, I don’t know what happened.”
“Come on,” said Celia, taking Sonia
by the shoulders and leading her back to their home, “let’s get you home before
something bad happens to you out in these woods. Your father and I were worried sick about
you.”
“I’m so sorry mama, I don’t know
what happened. The last thing I
remember, I was at home in bed, and then, this,” said Sonia, trying to pour on
the scared little girl act in order to really sell her performance. She couldn’t believe that her mother was
buying it again.
“It’s ok, dear,” said Celia, in her
most comforting voice possible, “we will get you home and back to bed, I’m sure
your father will just be happy that you are home.” While Celia would have liked to have believed
her daughter, at this stage of the game she knew better. That Saint boy was always coming around,
asking if Sonia was available, and each time he was rebuffed by Celia. Celia was once a young girl, she knew how
boys, and girls, at that age thought and was not about to let her only daughter
become a pawn in some boy’s twisted games.
At this point all the “midnight sleepwalking” was coincidental at best,
and not something that Celia could do anything about without some sort of
proof, some concrete evidence that these two were getting together in the woods
on these nights.
The mother and daughter finished
their walk home in silence, both thinking very hard about the events of the
night. One was reveling in the perceived
ruse of her mother while the other was formulating a plan of action to put an
end to these dalliances once and for all.
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