Mother's Warmth 2 Jackerman Novels & Stories

“He was angry and drunk. My father started screaming how it is all my fault. He watched me freeze outside. My father stared at me through the little window in the door. He kept on sipping his whisky.” “And he didn't let you in, did he?" "No." "You poor child.” Anne picked up the blanket from the floor and wrapped him up tightly. She then sat down on the couch next to him and wrapped her arms around him. Anne was hoping that the extra body heat would make him warmer. Jack no longer felt cold, he was surrounded by her warmth. Something about her reminded him of his mom. “So, you were outside?” Gordon asked. “Yes, sir.” Anne touches her cheek against his forehead.

I could hear every sound in the damn boiler room, I could hear the damn rats scram here and there waiting for their pound of flesh and most of all I could hear the idiots charged with guarding me playing poker just outside my door. I just needed one of them to make a wrong move. One of them to bring me a damn bottle or something sharp and I would bust the lock open ridding myself of the chains. My eyes zeroed in on the door as it swung open. “Don’t get too closer to that one, Jack” I heard one of them say before they all broke into laughter. The jack being referred to stood by the doorway holding a tray of what I would guess to be food. He was new, that’s the first thing I noticed the minute

Always the gentleman. “You look beautiful,” my mother said, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “Thanks, Mom. So do you.” Adrian sat back down, and for just a second, our eyes met. His expression gave nothing away. “I already ordered wine,” my mother said, pouring me a glass. “The Pinot Noir. You’ll love it.” I took a sip. Then another. Liquid courage. “So,” my mother beamed, looking between us. “How was your first week working together? Adrian said you’re doing wonderfully.”

“’I got hot.’” “You think that’s funny, do you?” He wrapped his hands around my waist and tickled. I tried to wriggle away. “Hey, I believed you! I mean, the oven really heats up the place!” I said through my laughter. Jack stopped tickling and lifted me up onto the counter, a grin on his face. “How about we give the oven some competition?” “Ha. Not likely. My mother showing up just when I was about to…” My eyes trailed over his chest and to his jeans. “Well, that was a real mood killer.”

This family is supported by me, and my mother and grandmother see that and have something to rely on. My mother was a gentle, soft-spoken person who was doted on by her parents before she married, by her husband and in-laws after she married, and by me after my father died. So she has a weak personality, and I have to bear it even if I am angry in front of my mother. That's what Jack saw, and that's why he came to my house to make me. I changed into the slippers the maid handed me, took off my jacket, and took a deep breath, ready to be polite to him. Who knew that without waiting for me to say anything, Jack suddenly came over and grabbed me by the arm.

The engagement party was in a few hours. Jack couldn't bring himself to even pretend that he cared about it. Jess had been handling everything by herself since he literally barked at her to leave him alone. He wired her the funds and asked her to do whatever she wanted with the party. His mother was going to show up and be happy, that was all that mattered to him. It didn't matter if Jack himself was miserable, he was doing what needed to be done. He was doing right by her, fulfilling her desires.

Even I, who had witnessed his coldness before, was shocked by his callousness. Ethan's mother suddenly broke free from those comforting her. She lurched forward, her face ravaged by grief, and grabbed my father's sleeve with such force that the fabric tore. Her scream was primal, a sound of pure maternal anguish: "Give me back my son!" Tears and mascara streamed down her face. "You monster, why did you have to show up? Why couldn't you just stay away?"

That was why she still hadn't realized that her mother was gone. However, Yelena wasn't the type to reflect on herself, so that left all of the blame squarely on Phillip. "You've enjoyed so much, but that all comes at a price. Do you seriously think she loves you so much that she can't live without you? Those few seconds earlier? That was probably the peak of your life right there. I wish you luck!" Yelena was completely oblivious to what I said to Phillip. "Impossible! There's no way Mom is dead! She's definitely fine! I'm heading back to see her now. I'm going to bring her here and have her listen for herself what her beloved son-in-law is saying about her!"

"Guess why my dad did that? Guess if my dad really is what he appears to be? Guess if my dad really respects you and cares about you?" Mark's voice was like a hand reaching out from hell, tugging my sanity down into the abyss. "How about you two go into the house and talk? It's cold outside." The butler's voice saved me from the abyss. Mark gave me a creepy smile and said, " Yep! I'm finally back from the damn hospital. I can't wait to get into my home!" He emphasized the word "my home". Mark looked at me meaningfully before he was wheeled away in his wheelchair by the maid and said, "Let's have more talks when we get a chance. My dear stepmother."