Don’t Call Me Mom Novels & Stories

"I am terribly missing my mother." I told him. "You should call her. " he said. "Never. " I screamed probably so loud that the lady in front of us had to turn around. "Well you are having issues with your mom not your dad. So you should call her. " Trevor insisted. "You don't understand. " I said to him. "Yes I don't understand why you can't place a simple phone call to your poor mother telling her how you are doing. She must be worrying to death. It's been almost six hours she hasn't heard a word from you. " he said. "I can't call her. They'll find me. I can't take chances. " I told him.

I call my mother to tell her the news but she doesn't pick up, I try several times but nothing Christ: who are you calling? Me: my mother, she doesn't pick up Christ: you know very well that she is busy, try to call your father Me: yes, you're right I'm calling my father, the phone didn't even ring and he picks up Me: hello.. He doesn't let me talk Dad: congratulations my child, I'm proud of you. I love you very much, never forget it. Tell your mother that I love her too, take care of yourself.

My eyes automatically traveled to Dad as a sign of disapproval. "I understand. I'll just wait for the time you can call me Mom." The woman decided to say when she sensed I'm not going to answer her. I don't intend to be rude or bad, but I am certain that will never happen. I don't want to call someone as Mom except my own Mother. Would it make me a bad girl if I refuse? I only have one mother, and I believe she was the only one entitled I should call that term. Would it be okay if I call him Aunt? She's not my real mother anyway.

I need her. There was no answer. Of course not. I swallowed hard and called again, pressing the phone to my ear so tightly it hurt. She picked up this time, on the second ring and her voice hit me like a slap. “What part of ‘never call me again’ didn’t you understand?” she snapped, cold and sharp. “You only remember you have a mother when the ground is collapsing beneath you.” I winced. “Mom please just listen to me for a second…”

Too bad. I sighed and dialed her number again and then for a third time after which she picked. The urge to cry out and tell her all my troubles overwhelmed me as I brought the phone to my ear, but all the fifteen years of training that I'd gone through with my parents before they passed held me and kept me calm. Plus why wasn't she saying anything. “Promise, were you asleep?” I asked gently into the phone even though I knew that if I was the regular human, then Promise was the bat, the very nightcrawler of our friendship.

When our lips finally parted, my cheeks burned, and it took an amazing amount of courage to face the two graceful women who waited for us to speak. I cleared my throat and stretched my lips into a nervous smile. “Luna Calandra—” “Calandra,” Kaan's mother corrected. “I stopped being a Luna a long time ago.” She leaned forward, locking her eyes on mine, and winked. “You can call me Calandra or... Mom. We're family now, aren't we?” I didn't think I could accommodate all the emotions in my heart. Biting my lip, I nodded while my eyes filled with tears.

I didn't open any of them and immediately called Mom. “Mom, how's Camilla–” “Camilla is missing.” F*ck!

“ Your mom is calling you , that’s the only thing I wanted to tell you “ she replied . I knew it was best I didn’t say another word , I wouldn’t blame her for being mad . Just yesterday I was ranting about how I wasn’t going to react if I saw him and here I was in his arms . I am a fool and an obsessed bitch , I still want my uncle , I still want to be banged by him .

After freshening up, I left for home, Back at Home The moment I stepped inside, Mom pounced. "Where were you last night?" she demanded, arms crossed. I exhaled sharply. "With my friends." "No, you weren’t. I called them." I froze for a split second before forcing a casual shrug. "Mom, seriously? You called my friends? This is ridiculous! I’m thirty-two, not five! You can’t keep tracking my every move!" "Exactly! You’re thirty-two! When will you understand that you need a partner? Every one of your friends is settled, building a family. You should have a child by now!"

I hit send and exhale. The response comes almost immediately. “One of these days, you will stop lying to yourself.” Heat rushes to my face. It takes me a moment to gather myself and type, “Keep dreaming.” I hesitate, then type, “Don’t text back. I won’t respond.” The dots appear and disappear several times then nothing. I wait a second longer than I should. A small, stupid smile tugs at my lips. I think I won. “Calla.” I blink, looking up again. My mom sighs softly, rubbing her temple. “This doesn’t count as family time if we are all somewhere else.”