All For One (part four)

I knew that was going to happen! I knew it! What did I say! I knew that nothing lasts forever, if you are supposed to be living the way I do... the way I always will. After Meghan found me I ran for the hills, I did not go home, I did not go to my normal places, I actually hid in a country club bathroom. I know... random... but what you don't know is that, that is the place my mom said my dad would always go when he wanted to get away. It's called Fitter's Club, you don't have to be a member to use the bathroom that's why I come here. Even though I am far away from... Claude I feel this is a way I can connect with him. I cried in the bathroom for, what seemed like, hours. I kept reminding myself that what they were saying was not true, and it would die down soon. It's hard to take advice from yourself, when you barely believe the resolution you keep coming up with.
"Shhh, shhh, I swear dude I hear someone crying in here." I heard coming from the bathroom door.
"Well what do you think it is?" One said with suspicion.
"Um.. I don't know.. but I heard this place was haunted. It's been here for forty years, you would think so?" I heard the other one huff in annoyance at the thought that his friend believed there were ghosts here. I tried staying as quiet as possible.
"Dave, shut up, this place is not haunted."
"Okay, well lets see who is going to be the scared one tonight."
"Uh-huh sure." The other one said sarcastically.
"Well, I don't hear anything anymore so i'm sure it was just something outside, maybe someone's ringtone?"
"Franky, I'm telling you, we both heard it, I'm not nuts. No one's ringtone sounds like a dying whale."
Ouch. I'm in pain people! I thought.
"Well no need to investigate, it's not our business now please excuse me I have to pick up tables. See you later." I heard both of them walk away from the door, and that's when I continued to sob some more, just so I could ready myself for when I left.
I checked my face in the mirror and noticed that my brown eyes were still puffy, my brown hair looked crazier than ever, and my only plaid shirt now had a hole on the sleeve.
"Oy. Yes, now I look even more nuts." I huffed under my breath. I pressed my hands on my hair, took a couple of little soaps and body lotions that were on the counter and tucked them away in my pockets. Next, I just tried to remain calm, I found a rubber band on the ground and tied my hair up out of my face so it made me look somewhat decent. I rolled my sleeves up so the hole could not be discovered. Today was a sucky day, and tomorrow probably will be too, but on the bright side I have soap and lotion to help me smell like a decent human being, and that made me feel a little better.
I walked out of the bathroom and into the side hallway where only the employees exit to the parking garage, no one would be there until ten when they closed for the night, so I knew I could escape. The weird feeling was I felt like I was being watched... I tried to ignore it and escaped out the side door.
"Sam, is that you coming home so late?" My mom yelled from a distance.
"So late? It's seven."
"It's late enough." OH. MY. GOSH. Really? This is a woman who did not care if I was gone for a week... wow I really think she is nuts.
"You never care, why care now?"
"Oh honey, I do care." She said it so quickly that I knew someone else must be in the apartment.
"Dillon, this is my other daughter. She is my pride and joy Dillon."
Pride and joy? I rolled my eyes, and did not even make eye contact with either of them. I just stared at the ceiling asking the person who enjoys seeing my life go from crazy to insane every day.
"Well hello there young lady." Oh my gosh, I thought...
"Yeah, hi. Well see you later." I tried to get out of it, but that's when I looked at my mom and the apartment and noticed they were both clean. Her hair was brushed, her eyes were not beady and her face did not look fifty years older, but twenty years younger. I had forgotten what my mom looked like without the alcohol. And then I got a good look at Dillon, he was an older man with a gray mustache, and a cowboy hat. I did not know what to think of him, but I was extremely suspicious.
"You should really get to know Dillon, because Dillon is going to be around for a while."
"Mom, excuse me Dillon for not accepting you, but Mom yesterday you were drunk and crazy, just like every other day, and now you are nice and proper and care about my life?"
"Oh Samantha, you are such a drama queen, isn't she Dill?" I rolled my eyes again and walked to my room.
I had no idea what was going on, all I know is that I wanted to go where people did not put on a facade in order to get what they wanted. I knew what my mom was doing... she's done it before. She finds some old guy at a bar, acts like she is number one mom who is down on her luck, the man feels bad -sometimes- moves in and before I know it they're out of here, and she's back in bars. She used to do it all of the time, and then stopped for a while... hmmm weird.