Week 5 Journal

“What do you mean you let your friend into the house?” Max’s mom asked. “Who? When?”

“Yesterday,” Max said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Max stared at her, as if the answer was already obvious, but she didn’t have a clue. Why would he keep this from her? Did he have something to hide? That wasn’t who she raised her son to be, he was better than that. She sunk down in a wooden chair at the dining room table, with bright lights shining on her that illuminated all of her tired features, and rested her hands on her temples. “Max I don’t get it.”

“Mommy,” Max walked over to comfort her, “I’m sorry, I know it was wrong, but I don’t get why.”

“Because, sweetheart, we don’t want to let anything bad into this house. You have to be careful.”

“Bad?” Max pulled away from her, looking around the house in fear. Was someone coming for him? Max recalled a story he saw on the news the other night about a girl who was kidnapped from her bedroom, but no one could figure out who the kidnapper was, or where the girl went. He didn’t want that to happen to him.

“Yeah, I just want you to be safe. It’s a scary world out there. You can’t trust everyone.”

Max nodded. He thought he understood, but it still didn’t exactly make sense to him. Ever since his dad had left him and his mom, he thought she had been acting kind of strange. He missed his dad. He missed when he could let his friends in the house. He missed when his mom was acting normal. He didn’t want to be afraid.

“Max, please don’t ever leave me. Don’t do this again.” She embraced Max, and he found comfort again in his mom’s arms. He wouldn’t be kidnapped, his mom would be here to keep him safe. “What did you do with your friend anyway?”

“Well,” Max turned to the closet at the other end of the room, “you can come out now!” He waited, but nothing happened. “You can come out!” The doorknob twisted, and the white door creaked open, but no one was there. “There you are!” He exclaimed.

Marcella started to understand what was happening, but by that time, it was too late. Max had already let it into the house.

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