This choice: ...Let's just say it didn't go well. As far as they're concerned, I'm dead." • Go Back...Chapter #5...Lets just say it didn't go well. As far as t... by: Wassel   "...Lets just say it didn't exactly go well. As far as they're concerned, I'm dead."
You gasped. Not quite believing it. "Holy shit! You're not serious are you? Just like that?" You knew Randall and them had their problems, ever since his mom had died and his dad had married his step-mom, but you never thought they would go this far. Basically disowning their own son.
"Yup. Told me as much yesterday," he nodded. Seeming far more composed about this than you were. Having obviously had time to let it all sink in. "They said this whole thing was 'against God' and that they never should have agreed to it. 'I have no son" I think were his exact words." Laughing then, "Cliché much?
Jesus! you thought. How the hell can he be laughing at that? Sure his home life kind of sucked and he'd been wanting to escape their clutches for years, but even still... They were his family. Or at least, his dad was. Alice, well... you knew fine well he couldn't give a flying fuck about her. It being more than obvious why he was now happy that she was no longer in the picture. Informing you then how he'd told her to "fuck off" right to her face. Having finally had enough of her overly preachy religious bullshit. It having apparently been quite therapeutic.
Sensing your unease with all this, at the fact that he too was now without parents (unless they had a huge change of heart), he got up off the bed and took a seat on the chair next to you. Apologizing, "Sorry, I know I shouldn't joke around so much about all this. It's just that... Even though you lost your mom, and I'm in her body now, I actually came out of this pretty good. You know how long I've been wanting to get away from that bitch for. She made my life a fucking misery. Plus, no more school, no more being told what to do. No more being treated like some stupid kid. I may have lost a quarter century and my dick, but I dunno... It feels kind of liberating somehow. Like I'm finally free. You know what I mean?"
"I guess so," you told him. Trying to understand his point of view at least a little. He'd been controlled by people his entire life and now he was no longer. He was an adult. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. You supposed in a way, despite the catch, that could definitely be considered liberating. Besides, joking around all the time was what Randall did. It was what you expected from him. Hell, it was why you liked him so much. Why you'd been best friend's for years. If he wasn't making jokes, even now, then there'd definitely be something wrong with him.
"Anyway, who needs them right?" you asked. Doing what Dr. Saunders told you and being strong for your friend. "Technically we're family now. And I guess living with you won't be so bad." Looking on the bright side then as you grinned, "...Roomie."
Breaking into a grin of his own, Randall exclaimed, "That's right 'ConDavis Bros' for life, dude!" (this being an affectionate nickname you'd given yourselves when you were young). Leaning in then to hug you, which admittedly felt very different than it usually did. Now that he was piloting your mother's body. Being much more aware of her soft curves pressing into you, as you awkwardly hugged him back.
"So, you feeling up to cracking this joint?" he asked, on sitting back down. Hearing him talk with your mother's voice in such a way, being very strange and distracting. Feeling like it was going to take a while before you even started to get used to it. "Docs have already given me the all clear and they say we can go as soon as you're ready."
Almost right on cue, the door to your room once again opened and Dr. Saunders stood there in the doorway.
"That's right," he said. Echoing Randall's own words. "You've both made remarkable recoveries and I really can see no reason to keep you. The transplant, medically speaking, was a resounding success, and I'm sure you have a lot to figure out once you get back home."
Yeah... That you certainly did. The both of you very much heading into uncharted territory now.
Walking over to your bed, with a clipboard in hand, Saunders then continued, "All I need for you to do now is sign a few pieces of paper and, if you like, I can call your Auntie and your, uh..." He paused. Looking over at Randall. "Well, I suppose your sister now, Randall. She's offered to give you a ride."
This was good news. Having not actually seen your Auntie Joan for a while. Finding it a comfort knowing that she would soon be there. Though at the same time a little scary. Well aware that you were going to have to start pretending that Randall was your mom right off the bat. Hoping that, as good as it would be to see her again, she wouldn't stay too long. Having a rather uneasy feeling also about the fact that she would have no idea that her sister was actually gone. Saunders having assured you that the less people that knew the better.
Getting on with the task at hand for now though, you both went about signing the non-disclosure agreement Dr. Saunders then presented you with. Preventing either of you from revealing any details of the transplant procedure or the fact that Randall wasn't really your mother to anyone. Having a bit of a heavy heart as you did so. As if you really were signing both of their lives away. Randall, on the other hand, was more than eager to comply. Jokingly bidding himself fair well as he signed. "So long, Randall Davis. It's been nice knowing ya!"
"Excellent," Saunders smiled, once this was completed. Turning back towards the door. "I'll just go give your Auntie a call then, and perhaps ask her to bring along some clothes." Turning again to Randall to add, "As for your follow up appointment, 'Mrs. Connors', we'll be in touch." I taking him a moment or two to actually register who he was talking to.
"Oh... Oh right. Yeah," he hastily replied. Needing to get used to that name now. "Thanks, doc."
An hour later and your Aunt Joan arrived. Throwing her arms around both you and her 'sister', glad to see that you were both alright, and not seeming to notice anything was wrong (or at least she didn't say anything if she did). Having been informed by the doctors that you were both in a car accident and had received minor trauma to the skull. This, apparently being your excuse if anyone questioned why your mother seemed slightly different. At least until this whole subconscious brain thing really kicked in.
Giving you both clothes to put on from the house, you got changed and met in the hallway. Once again doing somewhat of a double take as you saw Randall now dressed in your mother's clothing. Looking every bit the part (even if it was just a sweater and a loose pair of slacks). The drive home was awkward to say the least. What with your Auntie doing her best to console you over the 'death' of your best friend. Having absolutely no idea whatsoever that said best friend was sitting right next to her. Treating Randall as if he was indeed her 'sister'. You, meanwhile, were still trying to get a handle on your new existence. Having lost both your mother and, in a way, Randall too. Now having a bizarre combination of both.
Thankfully, after you'd arrived back home and she'd helped get you settled back in (having cleaned the place up a little in your absence), your Auntie took her leave. Satisfied that you were both perfectly fine. From her point of view anyway, your injuries having not been in the least bit serious, and there really being no reason for her to stay. Especially not with Randall insisting that she leave you both too it. Clearly wanting a break from all this pretending he'd been having to do these last few hours. It clearly being much harder than he'd thought.
"Thank Christ for that!" he exclaimed, after she'd finally left. Leaving the two of you alone now. "Your Auntie is nice and all, but its good to finally get some peace."
"Yeah," you agreed. Finding it difficult to deal with the guilt also. Grabbing a seat next to your friend on the couch. The two of you sitting there silently for a few minutes, unsure of what exactly to do, before Randall finally spoke up again.
"So..." he started. Turning towards you then with a big grin painted across your mother's face. "What say you be a good boy and go get your mom a drink, hm?"
You looked at him, deadpan. "You're kidding me, right?"
Randall burst out laughing, and you couldn't help but chuckle. This was certainly going to be a strange new experience, for you both.
**© Based on an original chapter add by JohnG (UN: frosty117 at Writing.Com).** | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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