Later in the morning. Silas was sleeping deeply undisturbed, and one moment later, his shoulder was shaken hard. He opened his groggy eyes, and he saw his mother dressed in lazy clothes.
His mom was wearing a deep frown on her face. "Wake up, your alarm has been buzzing all morning. Get dressed and get something to eat before you're late for your classes."
Silas's dazed mind flashed back to last night, and he immediately rose up, and he looked around the room. He couldn't find the beautiful vampire in his room.
Did she disappear?
What a relief, he thought.
He felt a burning stare and turned to his annoyed mother, and he asked with a frown, "Why do you look annoyed?"
She snickered at him like he was a child, and she said, "What? I'm not allowed to be annoyed. I had waited for you to cook something for two hours last night, and I came to your room to find you completely dead asleep."
"So of course, I'm completely annoyed!"
Silas was speechless and didn't know what to say. Surely, his mother didn't wait for him two hours. He said with a forced smile, "Sure you had something to eat?"
She shakes her head like she was disappointed in him, and she says with a sad smile, "Of course, what do you take me for? I had to look into my refrigerator, and thankfully, I had prepared myself some leftover soup from before, but if you want me to forgive you, you have to do me a huge favor."
Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights despite her face looking old and wrinkly. And she had puppy eyes that anyone couldn't ignore, but Silas didn't care since he knew it was nothing good.
"No."
He said it with a flat voice and one simple word.
His mother's face fell like a beaten-down dog, and she turned to him with the saddest eyes, and she begged him, "Please, son. Just one more favor, and I won't ask you for any more."
Her hands turned upwards in a holding posture akin to a prayer appearance, but Silas knew the familiar patterns. The more his mother begged and promised not to ask anymore, the more she would ask again on the next day.
If not tomorrow, maybe a week from now. It's the same thing over and over. He removed his blankets from his body, and the cold air kissed his legs. He shivered due to the cold.
Silas looked at his mother with deep, serious eyes. "Mom. I can't keep doing this for you every time, but I will do this for the last time."
Silas always says this, but it always turns into broken promises. His mother always knew a way to manipulate him and force him into doing her dirty deeds. She passed a couple of coins into his hands, and she smiled sweetly at him, "Thank you, my precious boy. Don't let anyone see the money."
She turned away to leave the room, and Silas sighed again for the last time. He looked at his messy room once more, and he went to look for some clean clothes in his closet, separate from his dirty clothes.
After putting on some pair of clean black shirts and brushing his teeth, he put his mom's cash into his pockets. He walked out of his room into the kitchen and smelled something delicious and amazing.
His mother poured some eggs on the plate with her hands, and her hands shook like crazy. Silas frowned, although he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He recognized the signs, and he knew that his mother couldn't help it.
He went down to sit at the table and enjoyed the food in silence. His mom watched him with a faint smile, and she went over to him and kissed his cheeks. Silas almost turned rigid, but she walked away like nothing happened.
Silas ate to his fullest, and his belly growled, and he was glad the food was delicious. His mom was a good cook, and on some days, she would cook for him in good moods.
Silas went to the sink to wash the dishes, and he went out of the door after putting on his jacket, and he walked for a long time. He liked walking in the cold morning; it helped wake him up, and he needed this moment to think everything through.
As soon as he arrived at the familiar house, a black-painted door was wide open. He entered the building and walked down the familiar halls and saw the familiar fat, greasy man on the chair, drinking from a glass of alcohol.
The fat, greasy man turned to him, and he said in a low voice, dripping with greed, "Monica's son is here again. You are late again, and your mother owes me some money."
Silas furrowed his brow in confusion. His mother never told him about being in debt to the fat man. Surely, there was some misunderstanding. He said with a cautious smile, "Sure, there must be a misunderstanding. I'm the only one who comes to you for the drugs."
The fat, greasy man smiled wide with yellow teeth, and he said with a malicious grin, "True, but she appeared here every once in a while while you were in school. She would come here begging for some substances, and she always promised to pay me back."
Then his greasy eyes turned dark, and he said in a displeased voice, "But that whore is nothing but a liar."
Silas felt slow anger flush through his veins, and he said with a growl, "Don't insult her."
He said with an ugly grin, and his eyes turned, drifting over his body, making Silas feel disgusted all over, and he said, "Why not? She deserves it, and she hasn't even paid me back. I want my money; otherwise, I will have to take drastic measures."
Although the fat man looks weak and overweight, he's someone with influence, and he has access to drug gangs. This is why he doesn't want to do this, but when he thinks about the kind of drugs his mother takes. He worries someday he will find her completely dead in her bed from drug withdrawal.