Which was another common occurrence

Which was another common occurrence. “And?”
“And she smelled like she’d been in a sealed-off room, smoking pot and cigarettes for several hours.”
Well, the pot was something new. Mom used to be into pills, lots of pills—a smorgasbord of pills.
“And that wasn’t too uncommon, either, in the last year or so,” Jax said, still watching me, and I now learned he’d been around for some time. “So no one really paid her much attention. You see, your mom kind of . . .”
“Did nothing while she was here?” I supplied when his jaw tensed. “Yeah, that’s nothing new, either.”
Jax held my gaze for a moment, and then his chest rose with a deep breath. “She left that night around eight or so, and we haven’t heard from her since. Like Clyde said, that was about two weeks ago.”
Oh my God.
I plopped down on the bar stool.
“I didn’t call you, baby girl, because . . . well, this isn’t the first time your mom has just up and disappeared.” Clyde propped his hip against the bar as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Every couple of months, she hits the road with Rooster and—”
“Rooster?” My brows flew up. Did Mom have a pet rooster? As bizarre as that would be, it wouldn’t surprise me. She’d grown up on a farm, and when I was little, she had a thing for oddball pets. We had a goat once named Billy.
Clyde winced. “He’s your mom’s . . . um, he’s your mom’s man.”
“His name is Rooster?” Oh dear lawd.
“That’s what he goes by,” Jax said, drawing my gaze again.
God, this was humiliating in so many ways. Mom was a drunk stoner who abused pills, never did anything with the bar she owned, and had run off with some dude, who was no doubt really classy, and went by the name Rooster.
Ugh.
Next, I was going to find out she was working part-time across the street at the strip club. I needed to find a comfy dark corner to rock in.
“A few months back, she was gone for about a month before she popped back up,” Clyde said. “So, it’s really nothing to worry about. Your mom, well, she’s out there, and she’ll be back. She always comes back.”
I closed my eyes. She didn’t need to be out there. She needed to be here, where I could talk to her, where I could find out if she had any of the money left that she shouldn’t have, and where I could scream and rage at her, and do something about the fact my entire life had spun out of control because of her.
Clyde squeezed my shoulder. “I can give you a call when she gets back.”
That surprised me enough that my eyes popped open just in time to see Jax exchange a hard and long look with Clyde.
“You don’t need to hang around here, baby girl. I think it’s great that you’ve come by to visit, and I’m sure she’ll be—”
“You want me to leave?” My eyes narrowed as my ears perked. Oh, there were most definitely more shenanigans than I was aware of.
“No,” Clyde assured quickly.
And at the same time Jax said, “Yes.”
I stared at him, skin prickling. “Uh, I don’t think you have a say in this, bartender guy.”
Those brown eyes seemed to turn black as coldness crept into him. A muscle popped in his jaw as I held his stare, daring him to disagree. When he didn’t say anything, I turned back to Clyde, who was watching Jax. Something was going on, and with my mom, anything was possible. But I wasn’t leaving—I couldn’t leave because I had nowhere to go. Literally. Unlike the last couple of semesters, I wasn’t taking summer courses, because this year I couldn’t afford it. Which meant I also couldn’t stay in the dorms, so when I packed up to come here, I had to seriously pack up everything. The small amount of funds I did have in my personal account had to get me through until I found Mom or got another job. Either way, I couldn’t afford an apartment or a hotel, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to intrude on Teresa for a place to stay until things got sorted out.
My gaze flickered over the worn-out bar, dancing over the old street signs and black-and-white photos framed on the wall, and, for some reason, I didn’t see it before. Probably because I was too busy focusing on the eye candy that was in front of me, but I saw it now.
Behind the bar, under the red sign that had Mona’s name in elegant cursive, was a framed photo.
Air lodged in my throat.
It was a photo, bright and colorful, of a family—a real family. Two smiling parents, attractive and happy. The mother held a baby boy, no older than one year and three months. Another little boy in a blue sweater, aged ten years and five months, stood next to a little girl, who had just turned eight, and she was dressed in a poofy blue princess-style dress, and she was beautiful, like a little doll, beaming at the camera.
My stomach roiled.
I had to get out of here.
Sliding off the stool, I grabbed my purse off the top of the bar. “I’ll be back.”
Jax frowned as he watched me back up, but he also . . . he looked relieved. The muscle had stopped spasming in his jaw, his shoulders had relaxed, and it was obvious he was happy to see me go whereas a handful of minutes earlier he was trying to get me to share drinks with him.
Yep. Like I’d thought, the guy wasn’t for real.
Clyde reached for me, but I easily stepped out of his space. “Baby girl, why don’t you come back to the office and sit—?”
“No. It’s okay.” I pivoted around and hurried out of the bar, into the warm night air before Clyde could continue.
Pressure clamped down on my chest as the door swung shut behind me and my feet hit the pavement. There were a few more cars in the parking lot, so I cut between them as I headed for the back.
Focus, I told myself. Focus on fixing the problem at hand.
I’d go back to Mom’s house, sort through the crap in her bedroom, and maybe I’d find some clue to where her ass had disappeared. It was the only thing I could do.
Pushing the image of the family photo out of my head, I rounded an older-model truck that had been in the parking lot when I’d arrived and walked toward my parked car.
It was dark in the parking lot and the overhead lighting wasn’t working, so my poor car was cloaked in creepy shadows. I ignored the cold chill snaking down my spine. I reached for the handle on my door when I saw something that didn’t look right.
My fingers curled around empty air as I backed off the door and twisted toward the front. A strangled, surprised cry escaped me.
The windshield was gone.
Gone except for jagged chunks clinging to the frame, and even though it was dark, I could see a brick lying on the dashboard. Someone had thrown a brick through my windshield.

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Which was another common occurrence. “And?”“And she smelled like she’d been in a sealed-off room, smoking pot and cigarettes for several hours.”Well, the pot was something new. Mom used to be into pills, lots of pills—a smorgasbord of pills.“And that wasn’t too uncommon, either, in the last year or so,” Jax said, still watching me, and I now learned he’d been around for some time. “So no one really paid her much attention. You see, your mom kind of . . .”“Did nothing while she was here?” I supplied when his jaw tensed. “Yeah, that’s nothing new, either.”Jax held my gaze for a moment, and then his chest rose with a deep breath. “She left that night around eight or so, and we haven’t heard from her since. Like Clyde said, that was about two weeks ago.”Oh my God.I plopped down on the bar stool.“I didn’t call you, baby girl, because . . . well, this isn’t the first time your mom has just up and disappeared.” Clyde propped his hip against the bar as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Every couple of months, she hits the road with Rooster and—”“Rooster?” My brows flew up. Did Mom have a pet rooster? As bizarre as that would be, it wouldn’t surprise me. She’d grown up on a farm, and when I was little, she had a thing for oddball pets. We had a goat once named Billy.Clyde winced. “He’s your mom’s . . . um, he’s your mom’s man.”“His name is Rooster?” Oh dear lawd.“That’s what he goes by,” Jax said, drawing my gaze again.God, this was humiliating in so many ways. Mom was a drunk stoner who abused pills, never did anything with the bar she owned, and had run off with some dude, who was no doubt really classy, and went by the name Rooster.Ugh.Next, I was going to find out she was working part-time across the street at the strip club. I needed to find a comfy dark corner to rock in.“A few months back, she was gone for about a month before she popped back up,” Clyde said. “So, it’s really nothing to worry about. Your mom, well, she’s out there, and she’ll be back. She always comes back.”I closed my eyes. She didn’t need to be out there. She needed to be here, where I could talk to her, where I could find out if she had any of the money left that she shouldn’t have, and where I could scream and rage at her, and do something about the fact my entire life had spun out of control because of her.Clyde squeezed my shoulder. “I can give you a call when she gets back.”That surprised me enough that my eyes popped open just in time to see Jax exchange a hard and long look with Clyde.“You don’t need to hang around here, baby girl. I think it’s great that you’ve come by to visit, and I’m sure she’ll be—”“You want me to leave?” My eyes narrowed as my ears perked. Oh, there were most definitely more shenanigans than I was aware of.“No,” Clyde assured quickly.And at the same time Jax said, “Yes.”I stared at him, skin prickling. “Uh, I don’t think you have a say in this, bartender guy.”Those brown eyes seemed to turn black as coldness crept into him. A muscle popped in his jaw as I held his stare, daring him to disagree. When he didn’t say anything, I turned back to Clyde, who was watching Jax. Something was going on, and with my mom, anything was possible. But I wasn’t leaving—I couldn’t leave because I had nowhere to go. Literally. Unlike the last couple of semesters, I wasn’t taking summer courses, because this year I couldn’t afford it. Which meant I also couldn’t stay in the dorms, so when I packed up to come here, I had to seriously pack up everything. The small amount of funds I did have in my personal account had to get me through until I found Mom or got another job. Either way, I couldn’t afford an apartment or a hotel, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to intrude on Teresa for a place to stay until things got sorted out.My gaze flickered over the worn-out bar, dancing over the old street signs and black-and-white photos framed on the wall, and, for some reason, I didn’t see it before. Probably because I was too busy focusing on the eye candy that was in front of me, but I saw it now.Behind the bar, under the red sign that had Mona’s name in elegant cursive, was a framed photo.Udara bersarang di tenggorokanku.Itu foto, cerah dan berwarna-warni, keluarga-keluarga yang nyata. Dua orangtua tersenyum, menarik dan bahagia. Ibu diadakan bayi laki-laki, tidak lebih dari satu tahun tiga bulan. Anak kecil lain di sweter biru, berusia sepuluh tahun dan lima bulan, berdiri di samping seorang gadis kecil, yang telah delapan hanya berbalik, dan dia mengenakan gaun putri bergaya poofy biru, dan dia adalah indah, seperti sedikit boneka, berseri-seri di kamera.Perutku bergolak di.Aku keluar dari sini.Geser dari tinja, aku menyambar tas dari atas bar. "Aku akan kembali."JAX mengerutkan kening saat ia melihat saya mundur, tapi ia juga... dia tampak lega. Otot telah berhenti spasming di rahang beliau, bahunya telah santai, dan itu jelas ia merasa bahagia melihat saya pergi sedangkan beberapa menit sebelumnya ia mencoba untuk mendapatkan saya untuk berbagi minuman dengan-nya.Yap. Seperti aku berpikir, pria tidak nyata.Clyde dicapai bagi saya, tapi aku mudah melangkah keluar dari ruang. "Bayi perempuan, mengapa tidak Anda kembali ke kantor dan duduk —?""No. Hal ini baik-baik saja." Aku diputar di sekitar dan bergegas keluar dari bar, ke udara hangat malam sebelum Clyde bisa melanjutkan.Tekanan menutup di dada saya seperti pintu mengayunkan menutup di belakang saya dan kaki saya memukul trotoar. Ada beberapa mobil lain di tempat parkir, jadi aku memotong antara mereka saat aku menuju untuk kembali.Fokus, aku berkata pada diriku sendiri. Fokus pada memperbaiki masalah di tangan.Aku akan pergi kembali ke rumah ibu, memilah-milah sampah di kamar tidur, dan mungkin aku akan menemukan beberapa petunjuk untuk mana bokongnya telah menghilang. Itu adalah satu-satunya hal yang bisa kulakukan.Mendorong gambar foto keluarga dari kepalaku, aku dibulatkan truk model yang lebih tua yang telah di tempat parkir ketika saya tiba dan berjalan ke arah saya mobil yang diparkir.Itu gelap di tempat parkir dan pencahayaan overhead tidak bekerja, jadi saya miskin mobil tertutup dalam bayang-bayang menyeramkan. Aku mengabaikan dinginnya dingin meliuk-liuk tulang punggungku. Aku meraih pegangan di pintu saya ketika saya melihat sesuatu yang tidak beres.Jari-jari saya meringkuk di mengosongkan udara seperti yang saya mundur pintu dan memutar ke arah depan. Tercekik, terkejut teriakan melarikan diri saya.Kaca depan sudah hilang.Pergi kecuali bergerigi potongan menempel ke frame, dan meskipun itu gelap, aku bisa melihat batu bata berbaring di dashboard. Seseorang telah dilempar batu bata melalui kaca depan saya.

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Yang umum terjadi lagi. "Dan?"
"Dan dia berbau seperti dia berada di ruang tertutup-off, merokok ganja dan rokok selama beberapa jam."
Nah, pot adalah sesuatu yang baru. Ibu dulu ke pil, banyak pil-pil hamparan.
"Dan itu tidak terlalu jarang, baik, pada tahun terakhir atau lebih," kata Jax, masih menonton saya, dan sekarang saya belajar ia sudah sekitar untuk beberapa waktu. "Jadi tidak ada yang benar-benar membayar banyak perhatian. Anda lihat, ibumu jenis. . . "
"Apakah tidak ada sementara dia ada di sini?" Saya diberikan ketika rahangnya menegang. "Ya, tidak ada yang baru, baik."
Jax diadakan pandanganku sejenak, dan kemudian dadanya naik dengan napas dalam-dalam. "Dia meninggalkan malam itu sekitar delapan atau lebih, dan kami belum mendengar kabar darinya sejak. Seperti Clyde mengatakan, bahwa sekitar dua minggu yang lalu. "
Ya Tuhan.
Aku menjatuhkan diri di kursi bar.
"Saya tidak menelepon Anda, bayi perempuan, karena. . . baik, ini bukan pertama kalinya ibumu baru saja dan menghilang. "Clyde didukung pinggul melawan bar sambil meletakkan tangannya di bahu saya. "Setiap beberapa bulan, ia hits jalan dengan Rooster dan-"
"Rooster?" alis saya terbang. Apakah Ibu memiliki ayam peliharaan? Sebagai aneh seperti yang akan, tidak akan mengejutkan saya. Dia dibesarkan di sebuah peternakan, dan ketika aku masih kecil, dia punya hal untuk hewan peliharaan eksentrik. Kami memiliki kambing sekali bernama Billy.
Clyde meringis. "Dia ibumu. . . um, dia laki-laki ibumu. "
"Namanya Rooster?" Oh dear lawd.
"Itulah yang dia berlalu," kata Jax, menggambar pandanganku lagi.
Tuhan, ini memalukan dalam banyak cara. Ibu adalah stoner mabuk yang disalahgunakan pil, tidak pernah melakukan sesuatu dengan bar dia dimiliki, dan telah melarikan diri dengan beberapa pria, yang tidak diragukan lagi benar-benar berkelas, dan pergi dengan nama Ayam.
Ugh.
Berikutnya, saya akan mencari tahu dia bekerja paruh waktu di seberang jalan di klub strip. Saya perlu untuk menemukan sudut gelap yang nyaman untuk batu di.
"Beberapa bulan yang lalu, dia pergi selama sekitar satu bulan sebelum dia muncul kembali," kata Clyde. "Jadi, itu benar-benar tidak perlu khawatir. Ibumu, baik, dia ada di luar sana, dan dia akan kembali. Dia selalu datang kembali. "
Aku memejamkan mata. Dia tidak perlu berada di luar sana. Dia harus berada di sini, di mana aku bisa berbicara dengannya, di mana saya bisa mengetahui apakah dia punya uang kiri bahwa dia tidak seharusnya, dan di mana saya bisa berteriak dan marah padanya, dan melakukan sesuatu tentang fakta saya seluruh hidup telah berputar di luar kendali karena dia.
Clyde meremas bahuku. "Saya bisa memberikan panggilan saat dia kembali."
Itu mengejutkan saya cukup bahwa mata muncul terbuka hanya dalam waktu untuk melihat Jax pertukaran melihat keras dan panjang dengan Clyde.
"Anda tidak perlu untuk menggantung di sekitar sini, bayi perempuan . Saya pikir itu bagus bahwa Anda telah datang untuk mengunjungi, dan saya yakin dia akan menjadi-"
"Kau ingin aku pergi?" Mataku menyipit saat telinga saya ceria. Oh, ada yang paling pasti lebih shenanigans daripada aku sadar.
"Tidak," Clyde meyakinkan cepat.
Dan pada saat yang sama Jax mengatakan, "Ya."
Aku menatapnya, menusuk-nusuk kulit. "Eh, saya tidak berpikir Anda memiliki suara dalam ini, bartender cowok."
Mata coklat tampak berubah menjadi hitam sebagai dingin merayap ke dalam dirinya. Otot A muncul di rahangnya saat aku memegang tatapannya, menantangnya untuk tidak setuju. Ketika dia tidak mengatakan apa-apa, aku kembali ke Clyde, yang sedang menonton Jax. Sesuatu sedang terjadi, dan dengan ibuku, apa pun itu mungkin. Tapi aku tidak meninggalkan-saya tidak bisa pergi karena saya punya tempat untuk pergi. Secara harfiah. Tidak seperti beberapa terakhir semester, saya tidak mengambil kursus musim panas, karena tahun ini saya tidak bisa membelinya. Yang berarti saya juga tidak bisa tinggal di asrama, jadi ketika saya berkemas untuk datang ke sini, saya harus serius berkemas semuanya. Jumlah kecil dana saya miliki di rekening pribadi saya harus mendapatkan saya melalui sampai aku menemukan ibu atau mendapat pekerjaan lain. Either way, saya tidak mampu apartemen atau hotel, dan saya yakin sekali tidak akan mengganggu Teresa untuk tempat tinggal sampai hal-hal mendapat beres.
Pandanganku melintas di bar usang, menari di atas tanda-tanda jalan lama dan foto hitam-putih berbingkai di dinding, dan, untuk beberapa alasan, saya tidak melihat itu sebelumnya. Mungkin karena aku terlalu sibuk berfokus pada permen mata yang berada di depan saya, tapi saya melihat sekarang.
Di belakang bar, di bawah tanda merah yang memiliki nama Mona di kursif elegan, adalah foto berbingkai.
Air bersarang di tenggorokan .
Itu adalah foto, cerah dan berwarna-warni, dari keluarga-keluarga yang nyata. Dua orang tua tersenyum, menarik dan bahagia. Sang ibu memegang bayi laki-laki, tidak lebih dari satu tahun dan tiga bulan. Anak kecil lain dalam sweater biru, berusia sepuluh tahun dan lima bulan, berdiri di samping seorang gadis kecil, yang baru saja berubah delapan, dan dia mengenakan gaun biru putri gaya poofy, dan dia cantik, seperti boneka kecil , berseri-seri kamera.
Perutku bergolak.
Aku harus keluar dari sini.
Sliding dari bangku, aku menyambar tas dari atas bar. "Aku akan kembali."
Jax mengerutkan kening saat ia melihat saya kembali, tapi dia juga. . . ia tampak lega. Otot berhenti spasming di rahang, bahu memiliki santai, dan itu jelas ia senang melihat saya pergi sedangkan beberapa menit sebelumnya ia mencoba untuk mendapatkan saya untuk berbagi minuman dengan dia.
Yap. Seperti aku pikir, orang itu tidak nyata.
Clyde mencapai bagi saya, tapi saya dengan mudah melangkah keluar dari ruang itu. "Bayi perempuan, kenapa tidak Anda kembali ke kantor dan duduk-?"
"Tidak. Tidak apa-apa. "Aku berputar di sekitar dan bergegas keluar dari bar, ke udara malam yang hangat sebelum Clyde bisa melanjutkan.
Tekanan menjepit dadaku sebagai pintu berayun menutup di belakang saya dan kaki saya memukul trotoar. Ada beberapa mobil yang lebih di tempat parkir, jadi saya memotong antara mereka yang saya menuju belakang.
Focus, aku berkata pada diriku sendiri. Fokus pada memperbaiki masalah di tangan.
Aku akan kembali ke rumah ibu, memilah-milah sampah di kamar tidurnya, dan mungkin aku akan menemukan beberapa petunjuk ke tempat pantatnya telah menghilang. Itu satu-satunya hal yang bisa saya lakukan.
Mendorong citra keluarga foto dari kepala saya, saya bulat truk tua-model yang telah di tempat parkir ketika aku tiba dan berjalan menuju mobil saya diparkir.
Itu gelap di tempat parkir dan overhead pencahayaan tidak bekerja, jadi mobil saya miskin berselimut bayangan menyeramkan. Aku mengabaikan dingin dingin mengular bawah tulang belakang saya. Aku meraih pegangan pintu saya ketika saya melihat sesuatu yang tidak beres.
jari saya meringkuk udara di sekitar kosong seperti yang saya mundur pintu dan memutar ke arah depan. Sebuah dicekik, menangis terkejut melarikan diri saya.
Kaca depan sudah pergi.
Pergi kecuali potongan bergerigi menempel ke frame, dan meskipun itu gelap, aku bisa melihat batu bata berbaring di dashboard. Seseorang telah dilemparkan batu bata melalui kaca saya.