Reminder that this story is entirely fictional.
Harry
"Harry," Mom begins warningly. Her trembling lips press together and I roll my eyes.
"I don't need you telling me what to do." I remind her as I shut the fridge after grabbing a bottle of water. Bickering with her created a dry feeling in my throat and to be honest, it was antagonizing. She's been here for at least an hour, persuading me to plead guilty on a murder I didn't commit. For some reason, it makes things unchallenging for her.
"This has gone on for way too long." Her eyes close momentarily and she pans her wrinkled hand across her face to stress the time. When I walk passed her, she climbs off of the gray stool and her short heels clock on the wood planked floor, following me to the living area. As little as the action was, it only reminded me how close she stayed on my case. Constantly.
"It's not your decision to make," I mumble, glancing at the open curtains to the left of the island. It was dark out and I didn't like that people were able to see inside the condo. I make a mental note to close them when she speaks again.
"I'm trying to do what's best for you, Harry!"
"I didn't ask you to."
She clicks her teeth flares her nostrils at me, watching carefully as I make myself comfortable on the couch. I bring the water bottle to my lips and since she's been here, I felt some source of serenity.
"Son."
Oh, for fucks sakes.
"I'm not pleading guilty. You and Liz can take that bloody idea and shove it." I mumble.
"I'm not here for what Liz wants. I'm here for you. This has gone on for years, Harry. At this point you'll only do 10-15. Max." She reminds me and stands up. Something about the way she states my sentence so casually angers me. She wouldn't be the one in federal prison having to be made a bitch for a crime she didn't do.
"You should go." I unlock my phone and check the notifications. I notice that Logan had texted me a bit ago about the book I suggested. I figure it'd be rude to not respond.
Me: Finally. Glad lol.
"Don't be like this." I lock the phone back and toss it next to me, looking up at her begging eyes. "Mom, honestly."
"Son," She pleads, her fragile voice beginning to shake as she waddles towards me. My eyes roll at her feeble attempt to convince me. This wasn't a case of 'eat your veggies', it was going to prison for a crime I didn't do.
"You should go back to work soon, people are talking." Is all I say before pushing myself up off of the couch and head to the curtains. "Who's talking?"
"People."
"I suppose it isn't Ellen's girl." She asks quietly. I furrow my brows at her sudden change of tone. Who the fuck is Ellen's girl and why is she acting like it's some secret. I turn around to her, my hands still on the curtains. Her hands gripped her purse in her hand and she shifted on her feet. My phone buzzes from the couch but I ignore it.
"Ellen's girl." I repeat blankly.
"Nevermind. Just-"
"Mom." My hands fall from the drapes and I follow her after she twists on her heel. Now that I was the one with questions she had somewhere to be.
"I'll see you soon, son. I've got a couple things to do before I return to work."
"Mom-"
"I love you." She opens the door and I release a long huff. I no longer had the spoons to deal with her unnatural behavior.
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