Home Alone 2 Mother Novels & Stories

Alexa steps out of the taxi, her heart racing as she gazes at her old house. It's been months since she left, filled with fear and uncertainty, driven away by a stalker who sent creepy letters and clothes to her doorstep. But now, her mother has fully recovered and is waiting for her inside. Conflicted, Alexa finds herself torn between the past and the present, hesitant to return to a home she no longer wants to live in. Alexa walked into the living room and spotted her mother sitting on the couch.

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"

Her back was bent like a shrimp. “Suzy…” Her voice was hoarse and trembling. “I have nowhere to go now… The old house is sold, the new one’s gone… Could you let me stay with you for a few days? I’ll cook for you, wash your clothes…” To my surprise, my heart didn’t stir at all. “Mom, have you forgotten? I’m the one who was never meant to stay. “You have a son. He’s the pillar of the family, the one you raised to carry everything. Let him take care of you.”

“So you are that scared? Someone who doesn’t have your name on his will list, then what do you have to say about me and my son?” “We’ve been living as a second option for years and it’s working perfectly fine for us, even though our family isn’t as close.” “We are not perfect I know that and you can laugh about it all you want but what your daughter is doing right now will put us in more trouble!” Now my mother’s conversation is beginning to confuse me the more, she's not trying to do that to me because right now she’s not aware that I’m glued to the second door leading to her hallway.

He walks into the living room, the familiar space suddenly transformed into a tribunal. His mother is already there, seated on the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her face is pale, drawn, her eyes red-rimmed, as if she’s been crying. She avoids his gaze, staring fixedly at a point somewhere beyond his shoulder. She stays silent, her usual vibrant presence muted, almost invisible. Her silence is a heavy blanket, a testament to her distress, perhaps even her helplessness.

But when no response was heard from her mother, she frowned. "Mommy!" She called her out loud while jogging towards their small kitchen. Their house was not that big. Actually not big at all. It was a small two storey building with two bedrooms, one bathroom and one small kitchen with hall. That was all they could afford but it was still their safe abode. They did not need anything anymore. "Mommy, I am getting late." She said as she entered the kitchen but stopped dead on her track when she took in the scene infront of her eyes. Her mother was lying on the kitchen floor, unconscious.

Turning my car toward their home, I prepare to give the intruders a lesson that they will never forget. It doesn’t take me long to get to my mother’s home. She lives in a nice, quiet neighborhood aligned with several townhomes. She and Tate bought the house together after they got married. She loves the area. Pulling my gun out of its holster, I check the magazine and place it in behind the band of my dress slacks. The house seems undisturbed. I look through the front window, but I don’t see any sign of life. And there’s no sign of force on the front door or the windows either.

Her small frame was shaking with excitement, her high pitched voice bouncing off the high walls of the study. "Dad, I saw her!" Brittany giggled, her arms squeezing my ribs tight as she looked up at me with wide, shining eyes. "Mummy's upstairs! She's back! We can finally have our home how it used to be without strangers!" The room went dead silent. Clarissa stood two feet away, her face going completely white, her eyes locked on Brittany's hands wrapped around my waist.

“What? The house is signed over, the money’s in your account, and now you’re backing out?” Auntie Benita came closer, a cigarette between her fingers. “Charlotte, you’re not well. The Don only brought me along just in case.” She blew smoke at Mommy. “If you collapse, the Don can only see to you, and I’ll be the one looking after Isa.” Mommy’s body went stiff. It took her a while to say, “I’m doing fine today. I don’t need you.” “Marco.” She looked at him, her voice low. “Send her home. Let’s have one day together. It might be the last one.”

My mother’s room at the end of the hall. One footstep. Stopped.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​