Mother's Warmth Jackerman Part 2 Novels & Stories

Julian cooed, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair. "No, it was reality," I murmured in a raspy voice. Apparently, I hadn't only been crying in my dream, "a reality that can never be changed." "Want to talk about it?" Julian asked in a soothing, silky tone. I began tracing the lines of Julian's abdominal muscles as I said, "My mother's name was Marinette. She was beautiful with he dirty blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and tanned skin from being out in the sun so often. She had the warmest set of brown eyes that made you feel comfortable."

I said "Aren't you gonna ask about mom" Erick asked "Why should I" i scoffed "Because she's our mother" Erick said "Point of correction, she's not my mother, my mom died the day she disowned me, she doesn't want me to be part of her life and neither do I, so let's not talk about her please" I said. "You've changed Whitney" Jack said "How so" I asked "To me you seem to become more beautiful and sexy" he said murmuring the last part but I heard it.

Through the transparent wall, I could see tears streaming down his face, could see the moment his eyes found mine. “Mama,” he choked out. “Mama, please.” Every maternal instinct I possessed screamed at me to grab the knife, to do whatever was necessary, to save my child at any cost. But I stayed kneeling, and faithful to the choice I’d made. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.” Jack’s knife clattered to the floor. His empty eyes flickered… just for a moment… with something that looked like recognition. Like the real Jack breaking through whatever controlled him.

So who had brought him? A wave of confusion washed over Assistant Jean. He knew his boss had no close relatives, and it couldn’t be the rumored Mrs. Montclair, could it? He had seen Mrs. Montclair a couple of times, but she was either at a distance or wearing sunglasses. The office was rife with gossip about her—the stunningly beautiful woman who had captivated the entire office when she briefly worked as a part-time employee during college. After a short stint, she vanished, only to reappear later as Ajax’s wife and the mother of his child.

My mother came through at eight. She saw Jennifer at the island and her face did the warm thing, the genuine pleasure of seeing someone she approved of for her daughter. She had always liked Jennifer. Jennifer had the specific quality of a person that mothers found reassuring — the ease of her, the warmth, the directness that read as confidence rather than difficulty. “You stayed,” my mother said. “You have a guest room,” Jennifer said. “It would have been rude not to.” My mother laughed. The real laugh, the unguarded one.

/*end of flashback*/ Em felt her heart shattered in pieces. Jack was never weak. He stood strong when his brother and father were murdered. He didn’t lose himself when his mother slipped into her sub space. He was there when Em lost her only baby. He held her, helped her to stay put. But now. She couldn't do anything to help him. She was so helpless. "Hi Jack. How you doing? I made prawn soup. Its soo yummy". She approached Jack who was sitting in the window.

oh man I feel like the bad guy now but there's no way I can believe her nonsense " he says aloud. 'well solve that later gotta go home for now even if I'm not sure I need to see it with my eyes . Jack takes a shortcut and finally arrives at his house the windows are broken but otherwise the house is pretty much okay can't say the same of the neighbors though He opens the door and walks in the house is completely quiet . "mum?...*silence* you there ?" no one answered "guess no one's home better check mom's room " but little did he know that there was actually quite a few people watching.

“You think I do not see what this is? You do not want Bear because you care about that dog. You want something that still belongs to her so you can yank her back whenever you get bored. You want her scared and available so you can keep playing out those selfish little fantasies and those weird kinks you never had the guts to call what they were. You are an obsessed, toxic animal in a nice jacket, and I am done watching you pretend this is about a golden retriever.” “Maya.” My face went hot. “Enough.” She did not hear me. Or she did, and she did not care. She grabbed my iced coffee off the table, turned, and dumped the whole thing down the front of Grant’s jacket. Ice hit his collar. Coffee r

she apologized as she handed me one of the coffees. I nodded dumbly still with my eyes on the floor. When her eyes landed on Jack they turned cold but she quickly fixed them. I knew very well that my mother didn’t like Jack. She called him a bad influence. I guessed it was because he had dropped out of school and also had thousand earrings on his face which were the same as those on Mesmick’s face. “Jack” she said softly as she hugged him. “He’s in safe hands now.” Something my mother didn’t have was a bad heart, no matter how much he hated a person when they were in trouble she always helped them. Jack held on her tightly as he burst in tears, just like a little baby something he didn’t do

My stomach twists and my heart begins to race as I watch the surveillance footage of my mother watching TV in my childhood home. How do they have this footage? How did they get cameras in her house? Is she okay? Are they going to hurt her? "Please don't hurt her." I plead, having my voice come out as a whisper as I watch my mother with fear in my eyes. The woman smiles at me in satisfaction before turning the screen back around to face her. "Your boyfriend Jack cares very much about you. Quite shocking to say the least, considering he's crazier than some of the made men we have here. " she says, laughing as if she were reminiscing on some type of sick and vile memory.