Mother Looking At Me Novels & Stories

She might be right. I approached the gate slowly, each step sending a flare of pain through my jaw and stomach. I looked across the street and saw my mom waving at me. I straightened up immediately, willing my spine to hold firm, forcing a neutral expression, because my mom can see through me even thou I had a scarf on me. She just had that one thing about her of reading a person by just looking into their eyes. She opened the door for me and I stepped in. But I knew that she noticed. She just decided to stare at me and say nothing.

In fact, Mom had already started wiping away tears, and when she looked at me, her gaze was filled with despair and doubt. I watched this farce unfold with cold detachment.

“Look inside of you, you’re so much more than you can be.” “Mom?” I stepped forward slowly. She turned and I could see her blue eyes, staring at me, I stretched out my hand to her and then it disappeared as if it wasn’t there.

"This goes much faster when you don't fight me." I look away from her and catch my mother's expression in the mirror. For a split second, Mom looks disgusted. Her lips are curled in a thin line. She clearly hates having this woman here, but she is too much of a coward to say anything to Reynaldo. It is interesting to see that even my mother has limits. "Interesting," Sister Loreen whispers. She is looking at me the way an entomologist looks at a bug pinned to a board. "You cannot shift at all, can you?"

I swallowed and quickly looked away, pretending not to notice and focusing my attention on the Luna, who was still glaring at me. "Is something wrong, Luna?" Mom asked, finally breaking the silence that had taken over the moment the woman walked in; her voice sounded unsure as she kept her hands close to her sides, but then the woman ignored her and continued staring at me with that cold, unreadable look that made my throat dry.

I turned my attention back to Mom who hadn't stopped playing. He was turning his back to the seats. Now, closer, I managed to make out two girls sitting in front of her. Both with their eyes closed, enjoying the music. One of them moved her index finger in time with the sound, while the other had her head cocked with a slight smile. -Mother? I asked, but the noise was loud, preventing him from hearing me. "Why am I seeing mom?" I grabbed a handful of my blue dress and managed to see my bare feet.

Why is she looking at me like that? *Ohh! Uhm if we were hunting maybe we have some goo on us,* Laney questions. My hands are raised and I don’t know why, I quickly drop them at my sides and blow out a hot breath. Then there are hands on me. But I don’t sense a threat. “What,” I question, irritated with how mom is staring at me. Her eyes only widen, and she raises her eyebrow. “Do I have shit on my face or something mom? What?! Stop being weird,” I snap, and quickly raise my hand to wave her off.

Because staring back at me from the image. Was my mother.

And because of this phone… I saw something I wish I hadn’t seen—something I never want to see again. “Mommy, are you okay?” I immediately looked at Aaron, who was staring at me with a curious expression on his face. I didn’t even notice he had been watching me. “Yes, Mommy’s fine. Just keep eating, okay? Make sure to finish your food,” I replied with a smile.

My mother whispered. "It's nothing serious." I replied her, while my parents started to give a talk of how long they've been together, their obstacles and victory together, my eyes are focused on Bella. She was smiling at me from the crowd, with my face straight, i smiled like a psycho who sees the ghost tormenting him in an illusion. She walked away from that side and my eyes keep on following her, like she's messing with my head. "What are you looking at son?" My mother questioned and followed my gaze in the crowd. Oh now i see why Bella changes position.