Home Alone 2 Mother Novels & Stories

She stormed into the apartment like she was on a mission. “Selena,” she called out, her voice cold and short, like she was barely holding it together." Hailey, who'd been standing awkwardly near the kitchen, mumbled a quick, “Hello, Mrs. Baldwin,” before she just... disappeared into her room. The click of her door closing was like, a really loud ending to a conversation that hadn't even started. "What do you think you're doing?" my mother demanded, her voice dripping with disgust as she surveyed the small living room, her eyes lingering on the worn-out couch, the overused dining table, and the pile of clothes on the chairs, her expression a mask of pure disdain.

she demanded. “To cause another scene? That seems to be your specialty lately.” she added as I smirked. “You're one to talk….Maybe focus on locking your doors next time or better yet, grow a conscience, mother!!” Mr. Grayson remained silent, pulling on his shoes in a corner like a man who’d just realized he was in way over his head. “Get out, Alira.” my mother said, her voice low but venomous. “This is my home….You don’t barge in and disrespect me like this.” she said as I laughed.

Low voices filled with warm laughter drifted from inside when I pushed the door open. My mother sat on the couch in the living room, with her legs tucked under her, and a bowl of popcorn balanced on her knee. Beside her was Elias Pierce—tall, with salt-and-pepper hair, and a calm presence. They were watching a movie, some old comedy with canned laughter. My mother giggled at something on screen and nudged him. He smiled down at her, soft and real. They both looked up when I stepped inside. “Rochelle,” my mother said, setting the bowl aside. “You’re home.”

He then opened his door and stepped out, closing his door he walked over to my side and opened the door for me. His hand already reached out for mine, I take it and stepped out. He closed my door with his other, and locked the door with his keys. With my hand still in his, we walked to the front door of our home. He opened the door, and we stepped inside together. Once inside he closed the door behind us, and just then I saw his mother step into view. “Mother?” Nathan said, sounding surprised to see her. “Hello Nathan, hello Jane.” She said smiling at the both of us.

POV: Sera The video of my mother sitting alone in our living room, completely unaware of the two men watching her through the window, played on repeat in my head. I shoved the phone away from me on the bed, my hands shaking so badly I couldn’t hold it anymore. “They have her too,” I choked out, turning to Kaelan. “They’re watching my mother’s house right now. Because I’m here. Because I keep letting you touch me instead of walking away.”

“…is my second self.” The house exploded upward with a roar. Black light burst through the seam, and a hand shot out from beneath the floor—long, pale, familiar—grabbing Aira by the ankle. Her mother screamed. Kael lunged. And from inside the seam, a voice that sounded exactly like Aira’s mother whispered one last time: “Come home, daughter.”

I say in a boring tone. They both follow me to the elevator and in no time, we are in my apartment. It’s actually a penthouse. My mother must be in the kitchen. She always spends her time there when she’s not working. She watches cooking channels and has a whole book shelf full of cooking books. Her addiction, I guess. “Mom? I’m home.” I call out to her. “In here.” She says. Her voice sounds relaxed. I guess she’s not mad at me anymore for sleeping out and not informing her.

I had to stop her at all costs. Other road users cursed and made way as I drove past them at top speed. Thankfully, no one got hurt, and I was soon in front of the old mansion. Stepping on the brake, the car came to an abrupt stop. I rushed out without parking it properly, then dashed for the front door. Before I could ask any questions, I spotted my mother watching television in the sitting room. How could she be laughing here when that chief manipulator was left alone with my Dad? “Mom, why did you leave them alone? Shouldn’t you have been with them? Where is Elena?” My veins threatened to pop at my mom’s carefree attitude. How could she leave Elena alone with my Dad?

Roe called happily as she burst through the bedroom door. “You have finally convinced her to get on board then?” she smiled broadly, her eyes switching between the two of us. “Mum, we talked about this. Boundaries” Gunner whined. “Oh shush, I’m your mother, I’ve seen all your bits and pieces” she said waving her hand dismissively at Gunner. I couldn’t help but laugh at the shade of red his face turned, and the look of his eyes nearly bulging out of his head at his mother’s words. Roe took my hands and turned me to face her, smiling at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

So, he only got the motherly love from Mother Mo. Actually, Old Madam Mo was in a coma. She had a stroke when she heard the news about her elder grandson's death. After that, she fell into a coma. But the family told Xiao Hui that she was only successful because none of them have given up the hope of her awakening. So, no one in the Mo Residence was allowed to mention her being comatose, instead, everyone just thought of it as an illness that can be cured. Old Madam Mo was greatly involved in charities when she was well. So after her comatose condition, every of her duty fell on Mother Mo's head. Mother Mo had to shoulder all the works by herself after that.