My Mother - Episode 1 Novels & Stories

-So you hit Cara Styles?- My mother asks with her mouth open- That girl is a bitch. -Mother! - she exclaimed as I laughed at her behavior. -She had it well deserved- she says, clashing my hand with hers as she watches me leaning on the chair and with the kitchen towel in her other hand. -But that's not the important thing, I'm telling you that I saw the man who killed Ali- she murmured in a lower tone. My mother sighs.

"Eva B. She's a writer and I love her books. I wish you would meet someone as lively as her. That way you would stop being such a grouch" "I am not a grouch and her interview was over an hour ago" "Oh no, really? I told your father to come tomorrow but he wouldn't listen. Now I'll have to wait until the weekend to watch a rerun. Oh honey why didn't you record it for.... Wait a minute, did you watch it?" Fuck! "What are you talking about?" "The interview. Did you watch it? How do you know it was over?" "I'm going to my room. Make yourself at home" he said turning around to go up the stairs but his mother moved in a flash and blocked his way.

“Okay. That one’s not nothing.” Seraphine was instantly on her feet. “We’re done pushing her.” “I agree,” Adrian said tightly. Collins nodded. “Medical bay. Now.” As they helped me stand, the relay buzzed once more. A private channel opened. My mother’s face appeared on the screen, dirt streaked across her cheek, eyes bright and unyielding. “You didn’t flood it,” she said. Not a question. “No,” I replied. “I didn’t burn the world.”

Mother exhales slowly, as if bracing herself. “I’ve always been curious about Earth,” she begins. “So I decided to visit. I knew I couldn’t stay long so I planned to stay for two days and then return to my realm. On my first day, I came across a group of humans who had been badly wounded from a vampire attack. I felt pity for them and so I healed them.” I lean forward without realizing it. This is the first time Mother has ever spoken about our father. Every attempt to ask before had led nowhere.

“Hello?“ I called out. “Aedan?“ No response. A shiny light appeared from nowhere brightening up the place and before me I see Mother on the ground lifeless as blood ran down the length of her clothe. “MOTHER!!!“ I screamed, rushing towards the lifeless body but then halted in my steps. Why would mother be here in the first place? “This is an illusion” “Is it?“ A voice asks. “Your Mother is lying there helpless on the ground and you're not going to help her?“ “I won't have you play tricks on me using my mother!“ I roared, angry. Was this even a trick? I couldn't tell. All I know is that I was paranoid as my worst nightmare was happening right before my very eyes; Mother dying and me doing not

ISABEL "You've gotta be joking, right?" My mother exclaimed with a hint of disbelief. I solemnly shook my head in response. "I'm not kidding, Mom. I'm truly sorry. I didn't know..." My words trailed off as my mother unexpectedly collapsed to the floor. "Oh God, no!" I gasped, rushing to my mother's side. "Eric! Eric!" I frantically cried out, hoping to summon his assistance in calling 911. Racing outside, I darted to Eric's house and rapped on his gate. He appeared, already attired for a day out, and inquired, "You seem out of breath. Is everything okay?"

Her entrance was far from subtle, and I couldn't hide my surprise at her unexpected visit. "Mother," I began, my voice betraying my bewilderment, "what brings you here?" Her response was immediate, sharp, and unapologetic, "I can visit my son's house whenever I please, Tyler. Don't question that." I decided not to engage in an argument with her. Instead, I allowed her to voice her reason for being here. However, our conversation took an unexpected and contentious turn. She launched into a tirade, airing her grievances about my treatment of Brenda. I attempted to defend my actions, to explain the complexities of the situation, but my words fell on deaf ears. My mother continued to berate me,

*Flashback* ZERON "Zeron, I know that I haven't exactly been the best mother lately and I'm so sorry for that-" mother says to me and I narrow my eyes. "You're sorry, really? I can't believe I'm hearing this from my mother. Who are you and what did you do to the woman who birthed me?" I say, not liking the air of weariness and defeat that is around my mother.

The morning began with the sound of crying. And no, it wasn’t my heart sobbing because I was moving back in with the man who used to be the center of my universe and now couldn’t even remember the right way to break me. It was my mother. Specifically, my mother clutching an apron that read La cocina es mi reino like it was her third child. “Oh my poor daughter,” she wailed, dabbing her tears with the same apron she’d used yesterday to wipe cooking oil. “Why is your life like a Venezuelan soap opera, blended with a Colombian drama, then slapped around by a Turkish series?”

I can't believe how tall he is. "Get out, now.” I said coldly. My mother looked at me, still confused, and tried holding me in place. "Mom, he is going to kill us! Call the cops, please!" I yelled frantically, pushing her behind me protectively. "Who's going to kill us? Honey, you're not making any sense! Just take a seat on the couch and get some rest, you'll feel better." The creature rolled his eyes at my mother and clicked his fingers. My mom suddenly fell to the ground in front of me with a loud thud. The creature smiled innocently in my direction.