Teenage Ghost

  “Have you seen my pills?” Rhonda asked Jeff as she searched the kitchen for the third time.
  “No. For the fifty millionth time.” Jeff complained as he read a comic at the kitchen table.
  “I don’t believe you.” She stopped searching and stared at the teenager.
  “I can’t help you there.” Jeff said as he turned the page.
  “I think you took my pills and hid them in your room.” she accused.
  “Then go check my room for them.” he said calmly.
  “I know you took them.” she reached down and grabbed the comic book. “You’re acting too calm. You should be furious that I’m accusing you of something.”
  Jeff looked up at her. “Why? It’s obvious you’ve been off your medication for a few days.”
  Rhonda threw the comic book back at him in a fit of rage. She stormed to his room and began tearing it apart. She ripped the drawers out of the dresser and turned them upside before tossing the to the other side of the room. After all the contents were on the floor, she proceeded to kick through the remains. After all of Jeff’s clothes and undergarments were scattered evenly on the floor, she went in anger to the closet. She grabbed hanger after hanger, tossing the clothes on to the floor in a rage. She emptied every shoe box, checked every shoe. Then her attention turned to the bed.
  Rhonda grabbed the mattress and flipped it with ease off the bed. Then she reached for the box springs and flipped them off the frame. All she saw was carpet underneath the bedframe. She got a chair from the kitchen and climbed up to check the air vent. It was clean.
  She walked back into the kitchen and confronted Jeff again. The pills were not in the house. “Look here. When you and your weird friend were at the pool yesterday I checked the attic thoroughly. When you went to the library this morning I checked the basement. The pills are no where in this house. They didn’t grow legs and just walk out of here. Did they?”
  “They’re your pills. How do I know what they are capable of?”
  “Get out!” Rhonda pointed to the kitchen door. “Get out of my house and don’t come back here. This arrangement is over.”
  “You don’t mean that.” Jeff looked up at her. “You wouldn’t kick out a poor defenseless kid, to live on the streets. I have no money, I have no job. I have no place left to go.” he tried to plead to her. “Look I don’t know where your pills are. Obviously if I had them I would give them to you, but I don’t.”
  “Get out!” Rhonda was not moved in the slightest. “You think I don’t know what’s going on here? You’re trying to drive me crazy on purpose so I will have to leave the house. You want it all to yourself again. You think if you drive me crazy enough, you can call and have me committed. As my dutiful son, it’s your sole obligation.”
  “I’m not trying to do that.” Jeff decided to defend himself.
  “Yes.” She nodded emphatically. “Yes you are. And what are you going to do if that doesn’t work out? Are you going to kill me? Act like I went away on a little trip, never to return?”
  “What are you talking about?” Jeff all of the sudden was wishing he really did have the pills to give to her. “You’re talking crazy talk. I would never try to hurt you.”
  “I know what you are.” Rhonda walked to the counter and grabbed the first thing she saw. A pair of salt and pepper shakers, they were retro fifties and the glass they were made of was very thick. Enough to do damage if thrown hard enough. Rhonda turned around and faced Jeff with the pepper shaker in her left hand. “You think you can get rid of me. Well it’s not that easy!”
  Rhonda launched the shaker at Jeff’s head.
  Jeff stayed perfectly still.
  Rhonda screamed at the top her lungs, as the shaker passed through Jeff and hit the wall behind him. She suddenly felt light headed and then everything faded to black.