Home Alone 2 Mother Novels & Stories

At her doorstep, Zoey had almost forgotten the passcode to the lock and had to try several combinations before it clicked open. Her mother was nowhere in sight; she must have gone to the hospital for rehab treatment. Zoey stepped inside with Laurence hot on her heels. She turned back to him. "Are you really that shameless?" "It's not safe for you to be home alone. I will leave when your mother or uncle returns," Laurence replied with a valid explanation. She stared at his face and scoffed, "You still have the nerve to mention my uncle, huh?" Her expression turned grim as she recalled unpleasant times in the past.

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

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

My legs dragged under me as I walked out of the building, and for the first time in months, I realized, I was alone. No Taylor falling into step beside me, filling the air with his restless energy. No Damian’s presence lingering like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Just me. The quiet felt foreign, almost fragile, but not unwelcome. When I got home, I dropped my bag by the door and slipped into the kitchen. Mom was there, moving on autopilot as she stirred something on the stove, though her eyes weren’t really on it. She looked… far away. “Hi, Mom,” I said softly.

Even though I could no longer feel heat as a ghost, being in an environment like this, I still felt warmth. I saw my father sitting on the couch. He was eating snacks and watching TV. My mother was helping my grandmother out in the kitchen. Mandy was on her phone as she sat on the single-seated couch. Her fingers were tapping against her phone screen. Matthew was playing with his new toy car. “You have prepared well for the New Year.” My father said to my mother, who had just left the kitchen. “Let’s prepare some gifts when we visit our relatives tomorrow.” “That’s right.”

A loud slam was heard from the corridor, followed by the familiar howl of my mother-in-law. I jolted and realized that I had been reborn! There was no time for me to rejoice as I ran straight to the door. My mother-in-law was convulsing, and there was a huge hole behind her head from slamming right into a corner of the stairs. Blood was gushing out of it. "Hang on, Mom! I'll get someone to save you!"

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

The building felt familiar and safe, a small piece of normalcy after the chaos of the past few days. We took the elevator up, and when we reached the door to my mother’s unit, I knocked softly. No answer. I tried again, but the place stayed silent. I fished out my spare key from my bag and unlocked the door. Inside, the condo was quiet and empty. My mother must have been out — maybe running errands or visiting a friend. A small part of me was disappointed; I had hoped to see her, to feel her comforting presence. But another part of me was grateful for the solitude. Chandler stepped inside with me and looked around, making sure everything was secure. Then he turned to me, his expression softe

“No hesitation. Not now. Trust your instincts. Trust me.” She nodded, breathing deeply, letting his words anchor her. Together, they pushed the door open. The room was vast, lined with glowing panels, screens, and an array of cryptic devices, each humming with energy. At the far end, her mother sat behind a sleek console, posture relaxed, almost regal. But her eyes piercing, calculating, cold tracked every inch of them. “Welcome to my world, Justina,” her mother said, voice smooth but heavy with threat. “You have come far… but not far enough.”

Like a stray dog, she lay collapsed on the ground. I no longer had any interest in their family’s mess. I took my mother and left immediately. Back in the car, I could not wait to ask my mother what had happened. What she told me left me completely stunned. She had been reborn too. In our first life, Henry killed my mother-in-law, and I was stabbed to death by Claire. In our second life, Henry targeted my mother instead and made her the hostage. Then, he somehow obtained my forgiveness. However, I had no memory of that timeline at all. I only knew that I woke up to this life.