Metamorphosis

Worst Kind of Desperation

Chapter 62

Worst kind of Desperation

As soon as Mira walked into her home, she was bombarded by her two excited best friends. She had literally just walked through the door when Paige and Sara ambushed her.

"You're home early!"

"How was it?"

"Why did Zeke drive you home?"

"Did things go wrong?"

"Should we get some mint chocolate chip ice cream?"

"Guys!" she screamed. Paige and Sara stopped and took in their friend's appearance. Her eyes were distant, but they knew her well enough to see the hint of fear behind them. She looked pale and shaken. The two girls immediately knew that Seth must have done something to upset her. Sara took a step forward and laid a hand on her arm.

"What did he do?" The brunette asked. Mira shook her head and began walking away.

"He didn't do anything… I'm just tired I guess." Mira took the first couple stairs up, then turned to her friends, "Um, Matt should be home soon, you guys can go if you want."

Seth paced back and forth in the living room of his guest house. He had been doing this for almost an hour.

His father… what the fuck was he doing here? How did he find him? And how did he know about the baby? Without thinking, Seth turned and punched his fist through the wall.

He barely even winced at the pain; his mind was reeling faster than he thought possible. He pulled his hand out of the hole he had just made and shook it out, spattering blood everywhere.

Fuck, that… man had talked to Mira. He had approached her and spoke to her. He could have done something to her. Seth shook his head to rid his mind of those thoughts.

Suddenly he stood up and ran out of his little guest house. His sneakers skidded on the wet concrete walkway to the main house, but he managed to keep his balance. The boy ran up the stairs to the back porch then banged his fist on the back door.

Jerome, the butler who had been in the kitchen, opened the door to see the red faced young man.

"J-Jerome," he panted, "Where-where's my mom?"

The older man frowned and stepped to the side so Seth could walk into the house. "She's in the foyer. Is something wrong, sir?"

Seth didn't answer; he just pushed past the man and ran in the direction of the foyer.

"Sir, she is meeting with people and asked not to be disturbed." He called after him. But Seth wasn't listening; he kept walking until he reached his destination.

He walked into the room to see Carolyn sitting on the sofa with a group of women. She appeared to be in the middle of a story and did not see her son.

"And I told that man I wanted the room beige, but he insisted that-"

"Mom," Seth abruptly said. Carolyn looked from her friends and was startled to see the teen standing in the doorway. "I need to talk to you."

"I'm in the middle of something, son." She said disapprovingly, "Can it wait until this is over?"

"No." he said slowly. Carolyn took a moment to look at the expression on Seth's face, and her maternal instincts told her something was wrong. She set her tea cup on a coaster on the coffee table and stood up.

"Excuse me, ladies." She said. Seth led her out of the room and into the dining room across the hall. After they both entered, he closed the door behind him. "What is it, Seth?" she asked.