A Peek Inside

I see her staring me up and down, waiting for me to take her by the hand and lead her into my bedroom... but I can't get over the silence. I hold up a finger. "Just... one sec." I jostle the door handle, but it's locked, so the mechanism clinks against itself.

"Shit!" I say under my breath. I place my ear on the door and listen to see if there is any response from inside, but nothing comes out. I reach up to the top of the door frame and find a pin I know fits into this old lock and unlocks it. It's not too difficult to unlock and relatively noiseless, but the latch thunks as it releases. My eyes pinch together in frustration, but I don't hear a reaction from inside. I wouldn't want my mom to be weirded out by me picking the lock, but the thought that something else has happened inside has only grown.

So, I turn the latch and peek inside. Moonlight pours in from the solitary window, bathing my mother's bed. I can just make out her form underneath the sheets. She is rolled over on her side and the other half of the bed is bare. No Rodney to be found. I could've sworn he wore a stupid leather jacket the few times I've seen him, something to make him look cool. I turn to Ai and whisper, "Is there a leather jacket on the rack by the from door?" She is waiting expectantly for me to finish, but she humors and me and walks over, tiptoeing in the cutest manner, before holding that stupid jacket aloft and pointing at it dramatically. It had a patch on it with a weird symbol I couldn't quite place. I had thought it a biker's gang, because of course he ride a noisy ass motorcycle, but now it looked vaguely similar to the tribal patterns I saw on Shai's family. My eyes opened wide. I swung the door back open, this time lacking any subtlety and glanced around the room. Rodney was nowhere to be found, but instead I saw something I had never seen before... my mom's bookshelf, swung open wide, revealing a hidden passageway with a set of stairs up.

"Holy shit!" I said, unable to help myself, and half expecting my mom to wake up.

"What!?" Asked Ai, running to my side. Her hands wrapped around my waist as she peered in. "Is that a secret passage?"

"Yup." And my mom must have known. My mother who I'm not sure is okay. Fear hits me as I run to her side, kneeling beside her by the bed. She looks to be fully asleep as I roll her over. "Mom!" I jostle her body, but she doesn't wake. "Mom!" I shout again. She doesn't stir. "Mom!" I shout, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

Ai pushes me aside, prying my hands from my mother gently. I almost fight her. "She's not moving!" I say, shocked and afraid for her.

"Don't get emotional. Think." She reaches forward and places two fingers to my mom's neck, laying her head in between her large breasts, only covered by the thin white fabric of her nightie. She counts and listens and I watch her, hoping she sees something I don't.

"Her breaths are shallow and her heart beat is weak. I think she's been ****." She says, staring at me and placing hands on my face to comfort me. "She'll be fine." She reiterates just for me. "She'll be fine... I think maybe this is the bigger thing to worry about." She says, turning towards the secret passage.

I wipe my eyes and stand, turning to Ai then back to my mom. "You're right. I'm sorry. I got emotional. I just... love my mom."

Ai gets up and hugs me from behind. "I'm sure she would be happy to know that."

I pat her hands on me and reach down to make my mom a little more comfortable, correcting her pillow and moving her hands. Then I see flash, a glowing symbol from her crotch. It's there for a moment and then gone. I don't want to Ai to think I'm staring at my mom's pussy, so I turn to her and hug her.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Do you want to go see what's in this secret passage?" She smiles.

"Yeah, but maybe I should grab a weapon...?" I grab the only thing in sight.

"That's an umbrella." Phoebe says flatly.

"I know. I know. I was just grabbing the closest thing."

"You don't have a baseball bat?" She cocks her hip.

"Do I look like I play baseball?"

"Not really, but you have a build. Knives, maybe...?"

"Knives!" I say, running back into the kitchen and grabbing the two largest knives I had before returning. "Here."

She grabs the knife from my hand and looks disappointed. "It's a bread knife..."

I held aloft the steak knife. "Well, it was that or the paring knife."

"Paring knife. Parking knife 100%. You think I'm going to be swinging this around and sawing with it. I'm like half your size and probably his. I'd rather have the small stabby thing."

"Fine." I snatch it from her and return with the 'small stabby thing', taking a small breather and then heading up the stairs with my confidant in tow.