Silence || Dreamnotfound Omegaverse

Chapter Five: Motherly Advice

George POV 

The bike ride back to my house was a quiet one. At least outside it was. In my head was a completely different story.

The same questions spiraling around my mind as I focus on getting back home without getting run over by a car. Not that there were any on my road but still. If my memory serves me correctly, Americans really don't know how to share the road.

What did Clay's family do that was so horrible? It had to be pretty bad to make him stop talking completely right? Or is it a cover-up for something completely different?

I pull into my driveway, standing on one of the pedals, and swing my other leg over the bike. Mum's car parked out front of our garage. I hop off my bike and walk it up next to the door, leaning it against the wall.

I open the door to see my mother putting our dishes up into the cupboards, boxes scattered around the kitchen, and everywhere else for that matter.

"Oh, George honey you're home! How was school?" She hollers from the kitchen, unwavering from her task.

"Uh, it was alright. Definitely weird seeing everyone again, so much has changed since I left," I respond.

Should I mention Clay? Ever since she found out he was an alpha, she's hasn't been very keen on our friendship. I honestly don't even understand her apprehension, she's not even an omega.

"Well, how is everyone doing? I'm sure they were excited to see you again right?" She prods, trying to get a little more out of me than just a vague answer.

"Everyone seems to be doing okay. They're all still friends, which is nice, although I didn't get to see Darryl or Zak today, so I'm not sure how they're doing," I pause, taking in a breath.

This next portion of our conversation can go in two very different directions depending on the mood she's in right now. But I need to talk to someone who is going to be just as shocked as me. Someone who hasn't been used to this for two years already.

"Um Mum, do you remember Clay?" I start, trying to ease into this as much as possible. She stops digging through the boxes for a just moment, thinking.

"Yes, he was that obnoxious alpha that you would hang out with right? Did something happen George? Did he do something?" She spills out questions quicker than I could comprehend. I need to save this before she makes her own conclusions.

"No! No, nothing like that happened. God Mum, Clay wouldn't do anything like that." She made a face at my remark but remained silent, sensing I needed to continue. "He's actually a lot different since we left. He–he doesn't talk anymore. Like at all."

She raises her eyebrows and stops putting the plates away, giving me her full attention.

"A-and I don't know how to act around him–or any of my friends anymore–because they've all learned sign language to talk to him. I feel so out of place and I don't know what is rude to say to him. He won't even tell anyone why," I take a breath, my eyes becoming unnecessarily watery.

God I hate being an omega. "I don't want it to be like this. I want everything to be like the way it was. I want Clay back," I finish, my voice wavering and my lip trembling.

My mother rushes over to me and embraces me in a warm hug. It doesn't help with the fact that I don't want to cry over this, because as soon as her scent is wrapped around me, a few tears escape.

"Oh honey, it's going to be okay. Yes, that is a... a very big change from when we were last here, but I'm sure that Clay is still the same crazy kid that he was before. You just need to work a little harder to get it out of him," She said, petting my hair. "If it will make things easier I can go out tomorrow and buy a book to help you learn sign language?"