"Those poor people, what they must be going through?" My mom put her fist to her head, while she shook her head from left to right.
"Is Mrs. Benson going to be okay?" My mom shot a weary glance at me her hazel eyes were cloudy with sadness, and then turned out the window.
"It won't probably be but awhile until they finally reach some closure, Honey." My mom walked over to the granite counter top by the stove and began to chop some apples. She had work at eight, because she had patients that needed her help..I guess.
"Mom, I don't understand why Dad just let Mr. Benson just lay there in the street? Don't they work together? Aren't they like...I don't know best friends?"
"I don't know, Sweetie, maybe your father just felt that it wasn't his place to console someone like, Mr. Benson." She looked at me, her curly brown hair in her face her red lips in one straight line; I guess that meant that she knew why, but it was none of my concern.
"Oh okay then, well I am going to work. See you later Mom I love you."
"Mmmhmm, love you too, Mija becareful. Stay out of the Benson's business. Don't go snooping around they need peace and quiet, do you understand me?" I hated when she talked like that, so demanding. What ever happened to, just mind your own business, Sweetie. Gosh, it really bugged me when she dropped that demanding line, "Do you understand me?"
"Yes, yes, yes... bye." I shut the door, and walked down the steps. All was quiet in SilentWoods Nosy Community. I couldn't blame any of them from leaving their house to come camp out on the sidewalk. It was very interesting and crushing. I didn't feel any different from when she was alive to dead, because she never really talked to me. Sure, our parents were best friends; sure, we saw each other at family gatherings at my house. Mrs. Benson was my mom's best friend and of course she would invite her family too.... But me and Blair were not close at all. In fact, I don't ever recall inviting her to my house, or even giving her my number. It just crushed me to know she killed herself; because, now she is dead. Totally ironic right? I thought she was perfect I thought she would win prom queen and all that other junk. In my eyes, she did no wrong. I guess, while I was thinking she was perfect; she was thinking about how to end her life; her perfect ,perfect life.
"Jackson Benson! Don't you walk away from me you, Son of a Bitch!" I turned to see Mr. Benson storming out of his house with Mrs. Benson hot on his trail. I looked towards my house. My mom was peering out the window, concern filled her latin face.
I quickly got in my Jetta and locked the doors. I couldn't help but to roll my window down to hear what all the commotion was about. Mr. Benson was getting in his car, practically throwing what he could in the backseat.
"I can't believe you, where are you going back to your little whore!" I never heard Mrs. Benson talk like that, not ever! She grabbed him by the face and demanded him to answer her! He just looked at her, his face was rock hard and he was looking back at their house. By now they drew a little crowd on the other side of the street.
"YOU KILLED HER! YOU DID JACKSON! SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT YOUR LITTLE WHORE! YOU ARE A HORRIBLE EXCUSE FOR A MAN!"
Right then and there he smacked her across the face. She flung to the ground like a soggy phone book, her face planted on the cement. She just laid there and cried, you could tell she was having a hard time breathing. Her red hair was thrown everywhere all around her head and on the road. Mr. Benson quickly got in his car and drove away. My mom ran out of the house in her clip-clapping red heels. She started to run, while screaming Mrs. Benson's name!
"VICTORIA! VICTORIA!" My mom threw off her heels before she finally got to Mrs. Benson she held her in her arms and looked at her face. She had a red, and purple hand mark on her left cheek. I couldn't take anymore, so I started my car and backed out of the drive way. My mom didn't want me to snoop; i'm only obeying orders. Before, I left I rolled down my window and told my mom I was leaving.
"LEAVE HONEY, AHORA! I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS."
I couldn't really comprehend my morning. Everything about my world was changing. The whole way to work I thought about what just happened. I replayed it so many times, trying to conume it all in. Why did all of this happen?