Trevor Noahs Mom Novels & Stories

“Noah, if anyone asks about your mom, all you have to do is say that she’s not with us anymore, okay? And if people keep asking, you’re allowed to politely say that you don’t want to talk about it.” “I can say that?” “Yes, politely,” I said one more time to make sure it was fully emphasized. “Now, go and figure out what you want to have for breakfast while I tell Uncle Travis all the stuff we’ve got to do today.” “Kay!” Noah said, then scrambled off my knee and ran off. “Walk with me. I need a new shirt,” I told Tavis. “I thought I smelled you wearing your coffee. Hit a bump going too fast in the Jeep?” he asked.

"Who knows if that's even true..." I finally broke. "What did I ever do to you? After the SATs, I never asked you for money again. Once I got a job, I sent money home every paycheck. And now you want to ruin my marriage and destroy my reputation too?!" By the time I finished, my whole body was trembling. Mom finally snapped. "So what if I did? What was I supposed to do? You're the older sister! You should be the one sacrificing for Zoey!

"She's not my mommy. I don't have a mommy." I started screaming. "Please, stop talking about her. Please." "She wet herself. Look." The whole room went dead silent. I went rigid. I stared down at my legs and started yanking at the hem of my muddy dress, trying to cover the dark wet patch. I caught Mama's eyes. She was even angrier than before. I was sobbing. "Mommy, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in." "I am not your mother. And what are you doing carrying that filthy rabbit around? Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"

Mom raised her brows slightly. “Oh really?” she said, then paused before adding calmly, “You two should be honest with me… have you done it yet?” I let out a small gasp,my gaze fixed on Noah. “Done what?” Noah asked back like he had no idea what she was talking about. Mom rolled her eyes. “Sex? Stop acting like you don't know what I'm saying” I pressed my lips together, trying my best to pull myself together. “Mom….” “I'm asking Noah..” she interrupted me.

Building until it grew so big it all just explodes at one momentous occasion in my kitchen. “I-I told him he wasn’t a man. That he was a lowlife for hitting a child and that no wonder your mom was sleeping with my dad. Because at least he was a real man.” Noah is talking fast, hands flying about in a frenzied state, trying to drive his explanations home. I close my eyes tight, shaking my head, willing my mind to wrap itself around what the hell is happening. Did my mom really have an affair with Noah’s dad? His parents are still married, but I know when Noah left, his dad disappeared for months.

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

The world tilted, just slightly. She was sitting on the far bench, a scarf pulled high around her face, sunglasses covering her eyes. Still, I knew her, I’d studied her picture for years, in the one photo Noah kept in the hallway, the one he’d said was the only image he had of her before she died giving birth to him. Noah’s mother, “Vivienne Bennett”. This isn’t Estelle Bennett, this is Noah's real mom, Estelle Bennett is Noah’s stepmother who is Desmond's mother.

"Yes, you're welcome. My name is Darla." When Angel was about to speak again, Darla first entered her room and disappeared. "Sorry. That's the nature of my sister." Noah said with a clumsy smile. "It's okay, Noah." Angel replied understandingly. "Where is your parents? Are they still working?" Now Angel asked because she didn't see any adults in this house apart from Darla Anderson. The change in Noah's face was obvious. "Uhm, my mother works overseas, and 3 months ago my father passed away."

“Oh! Well, I called to tell you that your grandfather and grandmother wants you to bring your fiancé to them” “Mum, I am busy with work but even if I want to do that, I am taking Rachel” “Well, I don't have anything to say to that, so far she's pleased with that, Rachel is a good girl and I will even want one of my sons to marry her. I want her to be part of our family” “Definitely mum, she will be my wife” “Alright, I don't know if she's there or not. They might be true in the rumors, you know? Regardless, take care of my baby” Noah's mum said and hung up the call.

Mom lets out a soft chuckle at Alex's protective instincts before becoming serious once more. "Well, his name is Noah Matthews," she begins. "He's an English Literature teacher at New Trier Township High School. I met him a month ago when his nephew was admitted to our hospital's urgent care after having an allergic reaction." She intertwines her fingers, her voice gradually growing quieter. "He asked me out for coffee that same evening. One thing led to another, we went on a few more dates, and now," she sighs, "here we are..." Mom trails off, briefly glancing down at her still interlocked fingers. Even though Alex and I might seem a bit dense, it's evident to anyone that she's nervous.