Silence || Dreamnotfound Omegaverse

Chapter Eighteen: Family Conflict

George POV

The doorknob of my front door has never been more intimidating. Clay's car has long left my driveway and I've been standing here ever since. I know Mum is definitely inside since her car is still in the garage, which doesn't bode all too well for me.

Best case scenario: she just thinks that I stayed the night at Karl's and that I just forgot to text her, and then somehow showed up in the afternoon

Worst case scenario: she somehow knows about everything that happened last night and will never let me out of the house again.

I place my hand on the cold doorknob and try to turn it with much precision. Maybe she's sleeping in and won't even notice if I wasn't home till now. It's very unlikely. It's actually never happened– but there's a first time for everything.

The door opens with only a small creak, my eyes are pointed to the ground watching my feet move across the floor. The lights are on. I know she's there, probably watching me, but I can't bring myself to look up. If I don't see her then she's not really there right? That's how these things work, isn't it?

"Well, look who finally decided to come home."

Shit. Can't say I'm surprised but judging by her tone she is fucking pissed. I glance up and see her sitting at the dining room table, legs out to the side of her chair and crossed over one another. She's wearing casual clothes seeing as it is the weekend, but she's out of her pajamas, which means she's been awake for a while.

There's a glass of water sitting next to her that looks about half-drunken, meaning she might have been sitting there for a while. This isn't really looking too great for me, is it?

Ok, first thing is to apologize; make her aware that I know I made a mistake, then stick to the fake plan, no matter what. There's a chance that I can still save this. I set my things down on the couch and begin to make my way over to the table.

"Hey Mum, listen, I'm super sorry I didn't say anything last night or this morning. Hanging with Karl was just so fun and we lost track of time. We decided it would be easier for me to spend the night and come back in the morning," I pause to see if she is going to say anything as I get situated in my chair. 

She doesn't; just continues to stare into my soul.

I take in a shaky breath before continuing, "also my phone died last night, s-so that's why I didn't text you, o-or anything." My confidence is slowly draining the longer she just looks at me with those eyes. Those eyes that probably know I'm full of shit, and behind them is a ticking time bomb that is about to go off any second.

Finally, she says something. "So... why did Clay drop you off? I thought it was an omega night?"

Oh god, that's not in the script.

"I-it was, but Karl had to do... something– this morning, a-and Clay was the only person around. So– so he, um, gave me a right back," All of my composure is gone as I try to stutter out something that could answer her question. I didn't know she knew what Clay's car looked like.

She doesn't say anything; just reaches for her glass, and takes a long sip. She then sets the glass back down and laces her fingers together on the table.

"George, do you realize that parents have each other's phone numbers?" She says. Dread fills my stomach as my mind begins to race. How much does she know? How much does Helen know? I have no idea what Clay might have told her at the hospital. She had to have asked him in order to tell the doctors about his injuries.

"Mrs. Taken called me last night as she was on the way to the hospital. She told me that you were staying at her house and that Clay needed medical attention at nearly two in the morning! So I want you to start again, and this time tell me what really happened last night."

Well. This went about as poorly as it could have gone.

I take a second to weigh my options and involuntarily gulp in the process. There's no way I'm going to tell her what really happened at the party– because she would immediately put me on house arrest– but maybe I can give her just enough information about Clay's injuries that she will look past some of the minor details.

"So... we, uh, went to a party? At Alex's. Um, it had gotten pretty late and as Clay was filling up his glass of water, and then another random alpha came up to him, and they just kinda–" I shrug my shoulders to try to get something across, however the moment I finish speaking she rolls her eyes and begins to go off on a rant.

"God those damn alphas can never keep themselves in check. Always fighting, always causing issues," I go to try to interrupt her, rage bubbling in my core, but she barely even takes a breath in between words. "There really should be more laws to manage them since they clearly can't do it themselves. I don't understand how you are still friends with that- animal."

For a moment I'm left speechless. My mouth hangs agape as I try to find the words to express my pure and utter rage.

"What the fuck Mum!? Like what the actual fuck? How can you even say that about Clay? You've known him since he was like– five!" I can't help but yell at her. She seems slightly taken aback but quickly steels herself, like always.

"George, I don't understand what all this yelling is for. I'm sure you would feel safer if all the alphas were a bit more under control." She says with a mocking calmness.

"That doesn't change the fact that you have no right to be concerned with this stuff! You've barely spoken to Clay outside of pleasantries, and you belittle him to the point of calling him an animal?! You're– you're a fucking beta for christ's sake!" I stand up abruptly, almost knocking my chair over. 

This conversation is quickly taking a familiar turn, a road that we've stumbled down many times while we lived in England.

"I do have a right to this because I'm your mother and I need to make sure the world is the safest it can be for you. That is the whole reason I enrolled you in an all omega school; so you would be protected."

"That school fucking sucked! I was miserable! Everyone was so fake and meek and played into the same stupid role and I hated it. I hated every second of it." I realize I'm practically panting now, brows furrowed together and my hands are gripping the edge of the table. "And, y'know what? Clay got into the fight because he was protecting me! Yeah, the big bad alpha that I'm somehow friends with, went to the hospital for me."

Sarcasm drips from my words as I continue to yell at her. I don't even care if all self-preservation has gone out the window, I just need to make her understand how wrong she is.

She doesn't say anything else, only gives a small scoff before getting up and walking into the kitchen.

 At this point, we both know that this is the end of this conversation because this is how it always ends. I say something she doesn't like and she refuses to address anything about the topic for at least the rest of the day.

I let go of the table and march over to my shoes, still fuming. Mum glances from the doorway and gives me a funny look.

"Where are you going?" She asks with irritation poorly hidden in her words. I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Dunno. You might get a text later," I reply, matching her tone, and before she can say anything else, I get up and walk right back out the door. I go to grab my bike and start to make my way down the street. 

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omg it hasn't been a whole month in between chapters??

I'm on a roll look at me go

thank you to everyone who was so nice and supportive last chapter :') it made me rly happy

I also may or may not be planning another story lmao, I've been reading a lot of prison!dream stuff and I'm sorta-kinda planning one of my own. it's in the baby stages tho.

Will I ever get around to writing a chapter? who fucking knows

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