Time: 10:43 PM

Location: Living room, Chambert's house.

Sitting in the chair, the boy didn't have the courage to look up. He was at one side of a long straight table that was used to have happy meals with his family with harm from their love, but there were nothing of those feelings at the moment.

It was a cold-blood judgment that no lawyer would want to be part of.

At the other side of the table, the judge. A woman that is yet to reach her forties wearing a coat with a little snow on the shoulders. She usually is a happy lady that loves her child, but now she is as heartless than a black widow after mating with its partner.

On the side, the jury. Three pets sitting on alongside each other in the chair except the little bird that was standing on the table. Similar to their master, they didn't bring any merry feelings to what was happening.

At the couch, the reason for it all. A sleeping girl covered with a blanket resting like a baby without noticing the mood around her. From all the beings of the house, she was the only one with a smile on her face at the moment.

Since earlier, when his mother found them at the park and brought them back to his home, nobody talked nothing. There was no "You know how much worried I was!" or "Are you fine? Did something happen?". It was a deadly silence before a predator launched an attack on its prey.

What else was there to talk? A picture is worth a thousand words or so the saying goes. Like that, a video would be a million words, but witnessing in real life two teenagers together, one being her son and the other a girl she doesn't know, sweaty and with their clothes messy in the park at night didn't need words to explain what was happening there. Only a blind would miss such a thing but even they would know what happened if you told them.

And for that reason that Chris couldn't do anything but be nervous from what would his mother say to him. Then, she finally said:

-...Who?

-She is a killer that attacked me when I was coming home from the groceries, so she chased me within the alleys and caught me, but then she kissed and broke my shoulder but I managed to escape until we arrive at the park, when I talked and I learned she is from the game I played, then we stayed together in the bench until you found us.

(As if I could say that, you moron! Who would believe in such a story?!)

And the saddest thing was that all of it was true. Still, Chris needed to respond, so he mustered all the courage he had and:

-You see, mom, she is...

-Is she?

-It's kinda complicated because...

-Because of?

-There were some issues about...

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-About what?

No use. For him not to explain, Chris tried to find some excuse to not say who exactly the girl was but his mother's responses were as ruthless as the executioner's ax.

The jury was also in a dilemma. The cat was the first to talk.

-Meow!

But the bird didn't want to stay quiet to what she said.

-Chirp! Chirp, chirp chirp!

-Meow, meow!

-Chirp, chirp! Chirp!

And soon they discussed something among themselves that none of the humans would know.

-ROOF!

But they were eventually stopped by the dog in the middle of them, returning the silence once again to the table.

(OK, Time for plan B.)

Thanks to that commotion, the boy had planned his counter-attack.

-Mom, I think it's time for us to have this conversation. I'm already old enough to have a life of my own and I don't need to explain each and everything that happ-

-Oh, I know sweetie. Momma is not trying to go as far as to know exactly what you did in that park with that girl nor am I trying to stop you from doing what you want, but, you see...when her son she raised so hard on her own goes out of home to be with a girl while leaving his mother waiting for him to return with the dinner that she had found laying on the streets alongside a destroyed shopping car, I think momma can know something as trivial as to who she is, don't you think?

And it was easily shattered.

His only move to "behave like a teenager that wants to make things his family doesn't know" was his best choice of trying to get her sympathy, but even that his mother just passed through it like it was nothing.

Not only that, but she also counterattacked with her own move! The "after everything I did for you, I can't know what you are doing now?"! It was the ultimate phrase none child wants their parent to ask them!

His mother was smiling at him but Chris felt as it was the smile of total victory.

(It's helpless...I lost this...)

Sighing on his mind, Chris looked at his mother.

-...Fine, mom. I will tell you who she is.

-Oh?

His mother leaned her body forward with interest.

-She is...uhm...how I say it...

He sighs uncomfortably.

(...It's all or nothing now.)

-To tell the truth...that girl is...actually someone I helped not being run over by a car!

He lied again.

-When I was coming back, she was crossing the street and a car came with full speed down the road! I immediately ran to get and I managed to throw ourselves to the other side of the street. When I turned back, the driver must have seen us and tried to avoid because the shopping car was busted and all the groceries were on the ground! Lucky for us, there were no major injuries aside from my broken shoulder and we went to the park to rest, since it was near it when you showed up to bring us home.

A made-up story right after panicking for an escape goat from this situation. Thinking of all the facts, he split word after word hoping it to make sense, and, in the end, the result was rather convincing, seen the reaction from his mother.

-I see...so that was what happened...

She was looking more relaxed than earlier and her sharp look was becoming more and more gentle.

-Really, Chris, you should just say those things to your mother. It wasn't like you were trying to kill each, isn't it?

She giggles from her own words but all Chris could do was let out a dry laugh.

(If only she knew what really happened...)

-But still, I'm still curious to know who she is.

-Mom, let her rest. It was a rough day for the two of us, tomorrow we can talk about it, ok?

(She can't be in this house! If she and mother talk, all my work will be for nothing!)

-But Chris, you don't understand.

-What? - He asked surprised.

Giggling with the hand over her mouth, his mother points at his back.

-She is already awake.