Don’t Call Me Mom Novels & Stories

"Okay geez, relax. Well, I called you just to let you know that...ummm...well..." "Tsk!! WHAT IS IT JASON?" "Your mom...I mean...your stepmom came by; she knows that you are back in the country and was asking for you." he said. "That bitch! Just throw one million checks on her face and ask her not to come again." I said and cut the call. "I HATE THAT TWO FACED BITCH!" I yelled again making Alexander flinch. "Oh...I am so sorry Alexander; I didn't mean to shout but that bitch pisses me off." I said and lay beside him by wrapping myself to him.

Matthew called several times, he sent messages, and my mother called too; but I didn't respond. Natasha, my sister, called countless times, but I didn't want anyone to stop me or talk me out of leaving. Then, the updates on social media started. I watched my life implode right in front of me. But there was no going back. I had to get away from Matthew Smith. I waited at the airport waiting area, hoping no one would spot me until I was gone.

My annoyance stuttered a bit, as I stared at the name written in bold as the Caller ID. Mother Why was my mom calling me? I frowned deeply. I hadn't seen, nor heard from her since that fateful day that my dad threw me out. So, what did she want from me now? Why did she choose today of all day to call me? I stood up and muted the sound of my phone. Biting my lip, I looked back at Julian’s still unconscious figure, under the sheets. My mind went back to the condition-based promise I made last night, but I convinced myself that Julian was only worried that I would let Finn get the best of me. It wasn't like he told me not to pick my calls.

"Hello, Faith." "Hi, Mom." I cringe inwardly as the word leaves my mouth. Sadie insisted years ago that I call her Mom instead of Sadie. I resisted for as long as possible until Dad got after me one night. She's not my mother, she never will be, but whatever appeases her is what I have to do. It’s easier that way. "Is Dad there with you?" I ask. "He didn't answer his phone." "He's working late tonight."

She spat clearly disgusted by his words. Tommy chuckled. “Oh, your twin brother? The shadow to your light? You know, no one ever really cared about you—the girl in the family. Not even your parents. I mean, you’ve been gone for hours, and no one has even called.” Natalie clenched her teeth. Tommy smirked. “And your best friend, Bethany? Why hasn’t she called?” “Shut your mouth!” Tommy pulled out his phone. “Oh, look! Your dear brother, calling me for money. Maybe I should tell him how I just fed his sister worms. He's going to be soo happy”

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

When are you free to call? I quickly typed a response. Me: You can call now. All my classes for today ended almost an hour ago. My phone rang all of a sudden; the caller ID showed my mom’s name. “Mom? Is there anything wrong?” [Can’t I call without something going wrong? Can’t I just call because I miss you?] I rolled my eyes. “Mom, spare me the dramatics. You sounded serious in the text.” [Well, it’s not that serious... but it’s important.]

Me: "Mom, is there a problem?" Mom: "Not really. It’s just that… that…" She nervously bit her lip. Me: "That what, Momma?" Mom: "Will you be angry with me if I tell you?" Me: "You still have to tell me. I’ll be home in five minutes. Oh, and let me call Dad, too." Mom: "No, no, no, no, don’t call Dad! I’ll talk, I’ll talk." Me: "Okay. So what is it?"

In other news, I had to call mom to ask her about what I saw at the concert, just so I could finally remove it from my scattered mind totally. She picked up on the first ring. “Hi peach, how are you? How's my birthday girl?” A smile stretched my lips. I miss her so much it hurts. “I'm good, mom, how are you too?” “Fantastic, is something wrong?” My brows raised. “You mean I only call you when something is wrong? I call to check up too!” I couldn't help but get defensive. “Amelia, you know the truth. Now tell me, what's wrong?”

Luna said that she called Donna 'Mom' without realizing it. Donna nodded her head with a warm smile. "When Nick called me Mom, his voice really disturbed my ears. But when you called me Mom, I was very touched and happy to hear it." Either telling a story or Donna intending to mock Nick. The man who was named sighed softly, almost inaudibly, while raising one hand to massage his temples—a small gesture that only appeared when his patience was tested.