THE RECORD: From Behind The Camera, He Keeps Watching
CHAPTER 11: D-3 (Part 1)

The red circle on the calendar has three days left. The day I'll go to the place I avoid the most.

I'm anxious.

I'm upset.

I fear.

I could feel my mother's gaze behind me staring at me fixedly with her blank look. But right now I'm thinking too much about just responding. My head was full of thoughts about what would happen to my mother if I could not go home. 

Is this the wrong decision?

Is choosing this shortcut a decision that will kill us both? I mean me and mom?

I bite my lips with a messed up feeling. Hoping maybe a little bit of this unpleasant feeling would go from my mind. Given that the rest of my time was less than 72 hours left to be with my mother made my feelings even more unnerving. What happens to my mom if I don't make it out of there.

From Woodstock.

A damned place I would never visit again if I were not as desperate as I am now. A hell.

Calling the village again after a long time, made something in me wake up. The nightmare I wanted to forget now came to the surface like a rotten old one buried deep. Stinging smell. Controlling my mind with the ulcers of the past.

I shook my head to extract from the strange thoughts. With great force, as much as possible I review smile–hide my ulcers. He looked at the mother who was sitting in a wheelchair. Her stiff and frail body I hugged tightly. Even though mom couldn't hug me back, I knew that my beloved woman returned my arms with her gaze. I always knew that.

"Mother, take good care of yourself while I'm gone, yeah. Just sec. Just one week." That short hug I took off. Mom's blank look was against mine. The corner of his watery eyes increasingly filled my shoulders without my control. I don't want to leave him alone. Mom only has me.

But since mom only had me, I had to go. I have to protect my only remaining family.

I have to protect my mother from powerful people who want to take advantage of her. People under the pretext of wanting to cure the mother. Screw it! I know for a fact that their purpose is not that great. Of course it was obvious how I was now in debt for their devious purpose.

With a feeling of sadness I slowly rubbed the two corners of his eyes.

"I'll be back for mom. Pray for me to come home."

"I'm not gonna let them take mom like they did to Harper. I promise."

Maybe it was just my feelings or something, but I could see that the pupils were enlarged by a fraction of a second when my brother's name reached his hearing. I smiled bitterly. Mom must have missed him so much.

"Come on. We're too late." The voice of someone behind me stopped my conversation with mother. Technically, I'm the only one talking.

With mixed feelings, I turned around. In front of me Primrose was already standing neatly. A thick scarf hugged his neck to dissipate the night air. Ready to go on our first mission before we go to Woodstock.

You may be confused as to why Primrose is with me and mom. You may also be wondering why we suddenly look .. like friends.

Well, a lot has happened about a month ago since we agreed on this plan.

In short, I had to be paid in advance.

After Rose said her plan, the people from Lawrenceville suddenly came two weeks later like humans didn't know the rules. Banging on my door hard like a loan shark instead of people from mental health institutions. Then heartlessly dragged my mother's frail body in both hands. They were taking my mother forcibly.

Of course I was a fool at the time. I begged in front of their feet, though I knew my pride fell under those leather shoes. Trampling is almost worthless. I'm too scared to care. My pride is not much more valuable than the fact I'm going to lose my mother.

As I was pleading like a loser, Isaac Petterson, one of the Primrose dwarves, who I never expected, suddenly appeared in my yard cursing violently. Stop the debt collectors impersonating this hospital immediately.

At first glance, I thought he was a drunken thug who happened to pass by and found a dramatic show and decided to watch. Moreover, the clothes that he mengurakan at least convince me.

Butno. It really was him.

I swear to God, Isaac Petterson, what are you doing in front of my house?

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