Son Holding Mom's Head No Blur Novels & Stories

Splotches of residue from Eric and my parents were present all over her body. "Haaaahhh, sorry for my blunder there, dearest Sonja." I made my way towards her knife in my hand. I proceeded to caress her face with my still bloodied hand Sonja flinched as she smelled the blood from my hand. I raised her face to look towards mine and I smiled at her. I raised my knife high above my head wanting to stab her head. My hand quickly came down as moments later the sound of a knife entering the flesh was heard. I smiled and looked at Sonja. But soon I grew confused, she, she was alright.

She tried to pull her head back, but someone grabbed the back of her head and held it in place. Sonny closed his eyes and moved his hand around, patting her features. “There’s no beard. I can’t feel a beard,” Sonny roared triumphantly. The men were a bit confused. Marv looked scared and struggled to get free, but that only caused more to step forward and grab onto her. Sonny’s hand slid down to Marv’s chest. His eyes widened. “Breasts! She’s a girl!” He grinned madly, the vindication of his suspicions driving his lips into the far reaches of his face.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Serena Voices from the television cut through open space like a blade, striking at my aching chest. “The report this morning shows an altercation between the wife of the Ecoplus Company and the manager of Nebulus-XR…” My stomach churn, slowly pushing down its content out of my body. “The two women have been believed to have…” And that is it, the screen suddenly goes black. Lifting my head and turning immediately, I see it is my mother who turned it off as the remote is still in her hand. He lips pressing into a thin line and she exhales.

Mom sat back on the lounge chair, picking up her suntan oil. "Oh, come on," he muttered under his breath as she squeezed some into her hand and lifted her leg to apply it. Even though he'd relieved himself not long ago, he swore he was wound tight again. His fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted the focus, watching as her hands glided over her skin. She worked the oil into her legs, bending one knee to reach her foot. He clicked the camera here and there, more out of habit than conscious decision. Mom met his gaze through the lens, her lips parted, dark eyes unreadable as she rubbed the oil into her arms and stomach. She paused, then shook her head, as if snapping back to reality.

Tears blurred the edges of the room. The six bodies on the bed froze for a single suspended second. Six pairs of eyes turned toward the doorway. There was no panic. No scramble for covers. Alex’s gaze met his mother’s with the same controlled assessment his father used, then he simply guided the girl on his face back into rhythm. Kai’s hand settled on the back of the girlfriend’s head and encouraged her to continue. The message was wordless and absolute: the interruption changed nothing.

The tyres screech against the smooth tarmac as we launch toward the dark exit lane. "The Alpha Supreme saw everything," Father says. "We know what he saw, Aiden," Mother says. She pulls the sun visor down to look at her reflection in the small mirror. Her fingers travel up to her throat, checking the clasp of her pearls. Her hand is steady, but her mouth is a thin, bloodless line. "The whole pack will have the footage by dawn," Father says. His eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. They are wide, dark, and wild. He takes a sharp turn onto the main road. The force of the slide throws my shoulder against the door panel. I squeeze my arms tight against my stomach to protect my hands.

My vision on my left eye is blurring and the pain keeps intensifying each day but I can't say a thing. He will flog me when I do. I turn the door knob stepping into the hallway. It's bathed in darkness with the sounds of gunshots filling the air. The cold floor bites at my skin as I tip-toe to where the madness is. I look at Holden's door and it's screwed shut, my mother's cry rings out and she calls my father's name in an attempt to save her life. I stand by the stairwell and a man pulls at her hair as she kicks and screams. My heart twists as a woman's boots attach to her stomach. She looks up and the lamp's golden light bounces off her face reflecting her sharp green eyes. My soul leaves

"You can't say that! Even if she was with another man, it was my fault! I didn't protect her well! Blame me If you want to!" "You!" Mrs. Handerson did not expect her son to say so. She was more surprised than angry. "Is she the one for you?" "Yes!" Callan answered decisively without any hesitation. Mrs. Handerson suddenly felt dizzy. Her blood rushed up, and the back of her head was stiff. "Ouch..." She subconsciously held the back of her head and stepped back. She looked very bad. Callan was startled and hurried forward to hold his mother. "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling sick? Is your blood pressure rising again?"

"Mom, I'm sorry..." He hiccupped between words, barely getting them out. "I thought you didn't want me anymore..." He looked up at me, eyes bright red. "I'll be good... I won't make trouble... Mom, please don't leave..." The words came faster and faster. His small body collided with my chest, and he held on with everything he had---like a drowning child clinging to the last piece of driftwood. My body stiffened. Then, slowly, I raised my arms and wrapped them around him.