My Mother - Episode 1 Novels & Stories

Rose ended the call immediately. “Tyler, we need to go.” “Go where, Mom?” “Please, no questions now.” “But I’m worried.” “It’s nothing to worry about, T.” “Mom, I heard you two arguing over the phone.” “I said no questions. Pack your bags now.” “But we can’t just leave our only home.” “No, it’s not.” Rose’s voice broke. “Your father took your real home from you, and now Sonia is doing the same.”

Just as she began to drift, her mother woke up. “Blaire?” her mother’s voice was weak but clear. Blaire’s eyes snapped open, her heart leaping at the sight of her mother’s gaze meeting hers. “Mom! You’re awake!” Blaire said, her voice bright with relief. She rushed to her mother’s side, gripping her hand tightly. “How are you feeling?” “Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” her mother managed a faint smile, though worry lingered in her eyes. “What happened?”

During that first week, my three sons kept coming over to look for me. Ryan showed up at the gate, shouting, "Mom, I was wrong! I'm on the verge of bankruptcy! Lend me some money to get through this. Otherwise, my whole family will starve!" I watched him shake the gate from the window, the metal clanging loudly, and felt nothing. A few days later, Victor came with Molly. Molly wore a dress and sang the nursery rhymes I had taught her, breaking into tears after a few lines and crying out, "Grandma!"

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

“She’s here. She’s finally here.” I swallow hard. Even in her madness, my mother says things that are true. Things she should not know. Things she somehow always knows. “Who, Mom?” I ask quietly. She laughs again. “Your moon. Your fire. Your problem.” My hands curl into fists. “You mean our mate,” I reply.. She gasps dramatically. “Yes! Yes! Her!” I feel something tighten in my chest. “She’s human,” I say. My mother frowns for a moment, then shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

“And honestly, my experience with my step mom and my ex’s mother confirmed every single one of them.” I shake my head, squeezing her fingers reassuringly. “My mother is much different from them. Although she can be… mean sometimes,” I confess. “But she’s not a bad person I can assure you. She just wants what she thinks is best for me.” “I understand,” she says calmly. “She's looking out for you. Every mother does.” We keep talking long into the night about nothing in particular until sleep finally begins to tug at us both and we retire to bed. As I climb on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, questions fill my head for a moment before my eyes shut. Why is mother coming so suddenly?

After all, they knew that Mom was having an episode again, but this time, there was no one to apologize in her stead. The police rushed over and taped off the area. They were saying that a body had been discovered here. But Mom refused to give up. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Nonsense! There are no bodies here! Absolutely none!" In the end, a damaged, rotting corpse was carried outside. It was beyond recognition.

I shouldn't be here without my father's consent, but I was right here, standing on the only grounds I knew could restore my stolen peace. Next, the door flew open, my heart almost slammed out of my chest, I shut my eyes to the impending rage, my breathing becoming hard and fast. "Oh my God! Lala," my mother's shrill voice cried out, an air of calm feeling up my lungs fast. "Mum?" My voice was shaky, the story of the undeserving life I have lived for two years wrapped in a weary smile slowly taking over my face. My mother, Lady Montara Coogan, drew me into her bosom in a hug, planting a long kiss on my neck.

Despite the humiliation and the assault, my mother tried to fight back, only to find herself helpless, unable to match Leisha’s strength. Leisha grabbed everything valuable she could find in the house and fled. My mother left alone in the dim basement where I once lived, sat sobbing with tears blurring her vision. She cried, remembering all the ways she had hurt me, repeating “I’m sorry” over and over again, like a broken record. I watched from above, numb to the scene unfolding before me. Then, she received a call. Holding the phone with trembling hands, she waited for the person on the other end to speak.

“I am the First Mother.” Emily shook her head. “No.” The woman smiled. “Not the one you met.” She stepped forward. “The first one.” The room shook. Kael moved in front of Emily. The First Mother looked at him. “And you, Kael…” Her expression became almost tender. “You have finally brought my children home.” Emily looked at Elias. Then at Kael. Then at the woman. “Children?” The First Mother smiled. “You and Kael.” Emily felt the world tilt. “What?”