"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

That was me screaming my head off into my pillow. Why? More like why not. Everything is going wrong, everything. And all of it is Jake's fault. What's going wrong? If you're seriously stupid enough to ask that question, then you have not been paying attention to me blab at all. It okay, I understand. But still, I'll give you the never ending list:

One, tomorrow I'm getting hooked to a lie detecter test and Slyder will be asking me questions, two, (do I even need a second one?) I have a Slyder living next door!, three, Jake is Slyder, four, Abigail is dating Slyder, five, Slyder erased Abigail's memory, six, Slyder's going to torture and kill me, seven, SLYDER IS GOING TO TORTURE AND THEN KILL ME! Notice something about all of those things going wrong? Slyder/Jake is involved, in every single one of the problems, as a matter of fact is the problem in every single one of them. Jake has made my life a living hell ever since he moved here. At first he was just seriously annoying and kind of mean, but now, now he's full on psychotic. He's ruined my life and soon he's going to end it.

My mom walks in with a concerned look on her face "honey, what's wrong? I heard muffled screams" she says her voice oozing with worry. I sit up as Mom sits down on my bed. I don't even say anything, I just give her a hug. She opens her arms and wraps them around me. Mom gives the best hugs ever. They're so warm, and comforting and just perfect. I smile as I squeeze her tighter. I haven't had this sick feeling go away all week. This heavy weight on my shoulder, sick feeling in my stomach, and reeling mind, has been with me ever since I went on that website, but now, as I'm hugging Mom, everything feels like it might be sorta okay. I pull away after like sixty billions years. Mom smiles at me. "Honey, I don't have work for the rest of the day. What do you say we make homemade chocolate chip cookies and hot cocoa and talk about what's going on?" She asks a wide smile spreads on my face. How could I say no to cookies and cocoa? "I knew you were my favorite Mom" I say and she laughs and gives me a kiss on the cheek then we stand up and go into the kitchen where we pull out the ingredients.

As we're baking the chocolate chip cookies, I turn on Eminem and we both start rapping and dancing. My mom cannot dance for the life of her-she even somehow obliterates the cabbage patch-but that girl can rap, and she knows every single word of Eminem. After Sing for the moment is over, our favorite song of all time plays. Lose it. Me and Mom start singing the goofy lyrics at the top of our lungs. Mom grabs my hands and pulls me in and out, then when he says "ah-ah-ah-ah-ah" she spins me around over and over. By the end of the song we're both laughing. The next song is less dance along to-so we get back to baking the cookies. I swear by the time we're finished I've eaten half the batch of cookie dough raw. I start forming the cookies with a scoop as Mom makes the hot chocolate. Mom is like the best cookie and hot chocolate maker. I'm serious. She's always been really amazing at cooking, but her cookies and hot chocolate is like heaven on earth, they're my favorite things that she makes.

Me and mom are so much alike, it's kind of freaky. We both love Eminem, we both love reading, we both are stubborn as hell, we both hate bananas, we both don't give a crap about what others think, there's so much more, but if I named all the things that make me and mom alike, I'd be listing for the rest of my life. My point is, you can definitely tell I take after my mom.

As the cookies are in the oven and the hot chocolate is getting warm on the stove, I feel my eyes start to water. Mom. I hadn't even thought about it, but when I'm dead, when Slyder kills me, what's going to happen to Mom? What is she going to do after I'm brutally murdered and there's no one for her to go home to, no one to bake cookies with, no one to binge watch movies with on the sixteenth of every month, what will Mom do? "Oh honey, no, it's okay, don't cry" Mom says running up and hugging me. I lean on her shoulders and can't stop the tears that fall out my eyes. Mom says "it's okay" over and over agin as she smooths my hair down and rubs my back.

When I'm basically done crying we both sit down at the kitchen table. "Mom I can't tell you" I say my voice cracking. My mom grabs my hand and looks me in the eye "honey, this is about Jake isn't it?" She asks. She probably thinks I'm crying because he doesn't like me or something pathetic like that. "Kind of" I tell her and she nods "I'm not going to force you to talk about it, but honey I'm right here and I always will be, you know you can talk to me about anything" she says giving me a small smile "I know I can. Can I just wait for the cookies though?" I ask stalling for time to think about what I'll say. I can't tell her the truth. I can't tell her about what happened, what's happening. She won't understand, she'll be worried sick, and she'll try to call the cops, all of which will only make the situation worse.

So we talk about school and unimportant stuff until the fresh cookies and hot chocolate is finished. She slides the cookies onto a plate and it piles sky high. But what? how? I ate half the batch right? Well Mom always makes a triple batch so that when I'm finished eating the dough, there's still plenty left. After pouring the hot cocoa into two mugs, she piles as much whip cream as the mugs can hold. Then she sets them down on the table and I immediately dig in biting into the most heavenly thing I've ever eaten. The cookie slightly crisped on the outside but the inside is soft and chewy. It's so amazingly Heaven like. I moan at the beautiful taste and my mom laughs "you ready to talk about it honey?" She asks. I swallow my cookie bite. Here goes nothing.

"Okay so here's the thing. Ever since Jake moved in next door, I've had this creepy feeling that I've been being watched, even when my blinds are closed. And every time I think of Jake, I get this weird, creeped out feeling, I don't trust him, at all, and now he's dating my best friend and she won't listen to a single word of my advice about him. And I've just been so stressed out because I failed my math test, and tomorrow I'm getting hooked up to a lie detecter test and Jake gets to ask me ten questions." I tell Mom. There, I told her the truth, I just didn't tell her the whole truth. "You're doing what tomorrow?" She asks bewildered. "It's a project from school for making up a fake introduction of Jake" I tell her "well who's the teacher making you do this? He can't be allowed to" she says standing up "he told Jake and I yesterday that the school board allowed it" I tell her and she sits back down "you know it's impossible to change the board's minds" I tell her and its true. No parent has ever been able to make them rethink their decision. What they say goes. "Well I can be there with you if you want" she says. I give her hand a squeeze "I think I'll be okay" I tell her, but I'm not so sure. "Now about the whole Abigail dating Jake, I really think it's up to Abigail to make her own mistakes. You aren't her mother, you can't tell her who she can and can't date, that's only going to make her resent you, even if only a little. You've just got to let her do her thing and find out for herself that Jake is not a good guy okay? You just make sure you're there with her standing by her side and supporting her the whole time" Mom tells me. I swear she's like the smartest girl alive, she's got so much knowledge and advice up in that noggin of hers. Haha noggin, I sound like a seventy year old. I nod and smile "thank you Mom, have I ever told you you're the best?" I ask "oh a few times here and there, but it's always nice to hear" she says flipping her hair dramatically we both laugh.

Mom watches me for a moment, a contemplative look on her face. "What's on your mind?" I ask, taking a bite of the cookies.

She curls her lips over to the side, clearly thinking deeply about whatever she's thinking about. She leans forward, setting her elbows on the counter "what makes you so sure that Jake's a bad guy?" She inquires.

I can't help but laugh a little, a silly question to me because of everything I know. "Mom trust me, there's no question that he's a bad guy okay? I know for a fact" I assure her.

Mom sighs lightly, looking almost disappointed. "Just remember that things aren't always as they seem" she reminds me, smiling at me.

I think about what she said for a moment, but I don't really agree. This was one thing I didn't have to worry about not being sure of. He literally straight out told me.

The subject changes and we begin talking about whatever comes to mind.

We stay like this, drinking hot cocoa and eating cookies as we talk about anything and everything for about two hours. Somehow during this whole time my sick feeling, reeling mind, and heavy weight has been lifted and non existent. Man I love my mom.

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