Son Holding His Mom Head No Blur Novels & Stories

Both had worried faces. - Mom! Are you all right? Matt ran towards his mother and hugged her. . - I am son. But what about you? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? - Linna looked at her son from every possible angle and there really wasn't a scratch on him. - No, Mom, Uncle Robert said he knew you. Look, he's very nice! - Robert stood up, wearing a suit and a burgundy overcoat, his shoes were clearly designer. Linna trembled and hugged her son with all this closeness. Robert frowned and took two fingers to his eyebrow and withdrew them, making Linna see the blood there.

"Neil, save our child!" Neil, overcome with rage, threw caution to the wind and reached out to give Mom a hard shove. "Your daughter hid Serena's child away! Why are you here to stir up even more trouble?" he roared. Mom was shielding my son with one hand. Neil's shove caused her to stumble and hit her head violently against a stone ledge. She let out a single groan before going silent and motionless. Terrified, I scrambled over to her on my hands and knees. When I saw the gaping wound on Mom's head, I burst into tears.

"You have to go outside, okay? Mom will come to meet you." He stares at his mother with glossy eyes and then he says to his father. "You're hurting mom." He says as he continues to cry. "l don't like it." He shakes his head. Serena smiles sadly at her son and nods her head, "Mummy is fine, trust me. Don't cry now...” She wipes his tears. "You're a strong boy and strong people don't cry." Just as she continues to wipe his eyes, Richard pulls her by the hair and pushes her head against the bunk of the bed. She screams out in pain as she falls on her side against the hard floor.

A voice was heard from the background and everyone yelled at the same time. “Shut up, Noah!” What a clown. “I'm sorry and I'll accept any punishment you give, but I won't let go of her.” “Nolan.” Mom called softly, rising to her feet as she came to stand beside her husband. She sighed, taking his hand in hers.

“It’s true… Lydia, I’m sorry.” “No… no, please, no!” she shrieked, pounding her fists against the floor. “He was smiling yesterday—he was holding my hand!” Her mother stumbled in next, leaning on their father who could barely walk straight. His face was a pale mask of shock. “Where is my son?” their mother asked, her voice barely a whisper. Charles led them to the morgue. The moment the white sheet was pulled back again, their mother let out a bloodcurdling scream. She fell to the ground, her head in her hands.

His Mom’s eyes briefly flicked towards her friend before returning towards her son, she bent her head towards his ear as her body still continued to move against his, “Put your hands on my ass.” “What?” he said back, a little surprised, but not as much as he should have been. “My butt, put your hands on it and give it squeeze, so Claire doesn’t get suspicious... she thinks she Sherlock Holmes at times.” He slid his hands round and placed them on his Mom’s cheeks. For a second he just let them lie there, feeling his Mom’s rear move and twist as she danced, then he remembered the second part of her instruction and gripped them, pressing into the round rump through her dress, his fingers stabbi

He paused when his eyes landed on his mother, and her hand inside my hair. “ What the fuck Mom? ” Rush hissed, approaching us with hasty steps. Clasping his hand around Eva’s wrist, he ripped it out of my hair. I let go of her limp hand and leaned back. “ It’s nothing like what you saw. She was holding my hand there. ” Eva’s gaze switched between my blank face and his son’s enraged face.

I shove through the front doors, my eyes scanning wildly until I spot my mother who is sitting in a chair outside the emergency room, her hands are clenched together so tight her knuckles are white. She stands the second she sees me, tears streaking her face. “Where is he?” I bark. Dad steps forward. “Alex-” “Where the fuck is my son?!” I see mum place a soft hand on his arm as she steps into my view. “They’re with him now. He’s getting checked, they said he might have hit his head when he fell…he’s conscious but he was shaking and cold and-” I grab the back of my neck, pacing, trying to contain the furious beat of my heart.

He had never seen her like this. She was on her knees, folded into herself while clawing at her heart as though it was hurting her as it sat inside her chest. It hit him harder than anything, and he felt his eyes blur as he saw his mother come apart. Something swelled in him, stretching towards his lungs until he found it hard to breathe. “Soren,” His mom called, her voice hoarse, and words broken as she reached trembling hands towards him. He didn’t waste anytime as he went to her and gathered her in his hands. Leonora wept loudly, holding her son tight to her chest.

He didn't turn around. He immediately bent down, lifting Noah's body effortlessly, as if lifting something light. Noah jolted awake. His eyes opened halfway, still blurry with sleep. "W… what…?" His hand reflexively grabbed the man's shoulder. "Selene…?" My heart felt like it was being squeezed. "Let him go!" I stepped forward, but Mom immediately held me back, probably afraid I'd fall or get hit. "Dad, put him down!" my voice cracked. He turned to face me, Noah still in his arms.