My Mother - Episode 1 Novels & Stories

She was desperate to prove that I deserved this, eager to prove her parenting had been right. She held her head high to show her neck to the police, her eyes filled with a disturbing kind of confidence. "Watch carefully. I am Jessica Farrell. I am Irene's mother." That was a fact, an absolute truth. And yet, a sharp beep rang out instantly. The dormant red light suddenly came alive, glowing an intense, unsettling red. It was like a blood-red eye had snapped open in the dim living room. Mom froze in place, her confident expression stiffening. She smacked the collar hard like she was banging on a TV with a bad signal. "What's going on? Is it broken? But I'm telling the truth! I'm Jessica Farre

My pulse drums in my ears. “Scarlett,” the figure says. A woman’s voice, low and sharp. “You deserve the truth.” She steps forward. Moonlight spills over her features. I gasp. It’s my mother. “Mom?” My voice cracks. “What are you—” “Stay back,” Damien warns, but she ignores him. Maria’s eyes glitter with something between sorrow and fury. “I told myself you’d never have to know. But they won’t stop. They never stop.”

Make sure to become a decent person in your next life. The police had not expected to witness another murder scene while arresting their suspect. They handcuffed Mom and prepared to take her away. She remained eerily calm the entire way, until the very second before she was to be put into the police car, she suddenly broke free and sprinted toward the main road. A car, unable to brake in time, slammed into her with a sickening thud. Mom was thrown heavily onto the ground, blood oozing from her mouth. I felt my spirit begin to fade as I started becoming transparent. I knew it was time for me to go.

Just the same bolded subject line staring back at me. A firm knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts, sharp and insistent. “Come in,” I said flatly, my voice already edged with exhaustion and resentment. I didn’t bother getting up or fixing my messy bedhead. Mom stepped inside, her expression more determined this time, jaw set in a way that made my stomach drop. She didn’t sit on the bed like she usually would during our talks. No attempt at softening the blow with a hug or a hand on my shoulder. She stood near the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was steeling herself for battle.

“Shirley, let’s not talk about the past. I was wrong. But right now, I really need you…” “You need my money, you mean?” I snorted. Without my support and Bradley’s pension, it was clear that his life was not as comfortable as before. “It’s not just about money…” Caleb avoided my gaze. “My mom misses you.” “Ha!” I did not believe a word of it. Caleb continued, “Please come back with me to see my mom, okay? She’s not doing well. She’s not good at all.” “Sure.” To his surprise, I agreed. His eyes lit up as he grabbed my sleeve. “Let’s go now.”

She'd probably put two and two together and figure out that I'd been fantasizing about her while jerking myself off. And to think that we lived in the same household too, which meant I'd still be seeing her around every day for the rest of my life. How was I supposed to face her again after such an awkward, embarrassing thing? She probably thought that I was some lowlife pervert who fantasized about sleeping with his own mother-in-law now! I bent down to pull my pants up in a hurry to cover my dark, bulging length. My face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and I lowered my head as I mumbled, "I'm… I'm sorry, Mom… You won't hate me for this, will you?"

"How dare you steal such a valuable piece of jewelry from my husband's late wife?! You ignorant thing! Aren't you afraid of paying the price with your life?!" I coughed up blood. "T-This was left behind by my mom! Don't touch it!" Brenda did not believe me. She admired the sapphire greedily while gloating, "If your family really possessed such an inheritance, why would you still climb into my husband's bed? You're even making up stories about your mother being dead. What a disgrace for her to have a daughter like you. Your mother must have been a shameless woman too!" "Don't you dare insult my mother!"

My mom who has been hiding all this while came out crying, she stared at me in pitifully. She was also fully dressed. Why is my life like this? Oh Rose! T B C

The moment I sat on the soft surface, the cameraman gave me a hand gesture as a signal that the show… finally commences. It was at that moment. A clicking sound on the floor, footsteps coming towards the stage. The figure of a person slowly revealing from the darkness. And as light finally shun upon its face, a figure of a woman appears—revealing the former no. 1 model that caught the attention of the entire world, Ophelia Maine, my mother.

“Put Naya on the phone, i want to speak to her.” My mother draws a sigh and I immediately know that all is not well. Something has gone wrong… “Alpha Erus, where do I start from?” She says with a mournful tone. “I tried my best, my son. I tried my best, but the moon goddess had other plans.” I sigh with impatience, why is she beating around the bush? I need answers now. “What are you talking about, mum? Tell me the truth.” I hear my mother starting to sob at the other end and that's when I feel something snap inside of me. Something gives way.