Don't Tell Mom Noah Novels & Stories

Terrified, I cried and begged Mom to go to the hospital with me for a check-up. The doctor did a thorough examination and said I must've caught it from someone else since I wasn't sexually active. Never in a million years did I imagine that Mom would casually bring it up like it was some kind of joke when Jared came over for the first time. The lively atmosphere instantly froze, and Jared's face went stiff. "Mom, I caught it from someone else. Wasn't the doctor's report clear enough?" I reminded Mom in a low voice. Mom kept talking as if she hadn't heard me.

The dining room fell into a dead silence, broken by Audrey's quick, uneven breaths. "What did you just say?" She shook her head in disappointment. "You don't know how to be grateful at all! All these years of effort were for nothing!" Freya immediately stepped forward to steady her, gently patting her back to soothe her breathing. "Don't get too worked up, Mom." She frowned and turned to me. "Ella, how could you say that to Mom? She's been working herself to exhaustion for you all these years, to the point that her health deteriorated!

"Ruby. Do you still have my number? I'm Noah." *****

“When will the time come, Noh? You always said you were worried about your mother's condition if she found out you were still dating me, so maybe we need to wait until she dies before we can announce to the world that we are lovers, right?” Suddenly, Noah seemed angry and even pushed his boyfriend's head from his shoulder. “Don't say anything about death, Tyle! I promised that I would handle the situation related to my mother, but I can't accept it if you talk about her death! Even though she can't accept our relationship, she is still my mother, so you can't hate her!”

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

"You're lying! I didn't steal any presents!" The words had just left my lips when Mom roared, "Claire Peterson!" She stormed toward me until she was standing in front of me. She grabbed my bloody arm and hissed, "How dare you talk back to Amanda and lie in front of everyone? You have utterly humiliated me, allowing everyone to ridicule me! I have no choice but to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." The pain should have been excruciating as Mom dug her fingers into my wounds. But I couldn't feel anything.

“Stop practicing! Go home now!” The dancers looked at each other at a loss. Their leader’s sudden outburst had been unexpected. Even Yelena stood up and headed over to the leader. “Practice was going smoothly. Why would you suddenly tell us to stop?” The leader felt furious when she saw Yelena, but due to her status, she could only say coldly, “How would I know? The Graham family sent someone over to tell us that we don’t need to practice anymore. They’re canceling the performance!”

I turned and pretended to ask into the ward. Mom was still unconscious, so naturally, she didn't respond. I spread my hands and said, "See? Even Mom doesn't want me breaking the rules." Ethan's eyes were bloodshot as he screamed at me, "Are you insane? How is she supposed to answer you when she's like this? I'm telling you now. Either you save her, or we're getting a divorce! You won't get a single penny from me!" I didn't even look up. I just continued texting on my phone.

"He's been real... supportive." "Well, listen, sweetie, Richard is calling me over—we're taking a boat tour along the Amalfi coast in a few minutes," she said, her voice rushing with excitement. "I just wanted to check in and hear your voice. I'll send you a ton of photos later today, okay? I love you so much!" "Love you too, Mom. Have fun," I replied softly. The line went dead, the silence of the empty gym rushing back in to fill the space. I lowered the phone slowly, letting out a long, shuddering breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

They scheduled play dates to try to foster a friendship between them. Now, here they are so many years later, practically inseparable. Not that either of their mothers are still around to see it. My mom is dead and buried. Noah's mom ran away with his little league football coach when he was seven. He has not spoken to her since. But he has a stepmom that is pretty wonderful and his Dad is amazing, so he is lucky on that front. Mine and Alec's dad? Not so much.