"Mom?" I mutter as I feel a soft hand touch my cheek, my eyes flutter open and adjust to the darkness around me. My eyes then dart around the room, realising I am now in my room instead of on the couch downstairs.
"Hey bug, you okay?" Mom whispers to me, her hand still in the same place and her thumb rubbing back and forth on my cheek.
"You walked out..." I reply, my eyes welling up with tears as earlier comes back into my mind. Mom nods her head at me to shuffle over in the bed, she wiggles her way under my covers and brings me firmly into her arms as I start to cry into her neck.
"Shhh baby, I know. I'm sorry, I needed to cool off. I'm sorry, I'm here" She mutters slowly. I try my hardest to get closer to her, to the point where I end up laying right on top of her as my sobs continue to get louder.
"Baby, it's okay. What's going on, talk to me bug?"
"You and dad were arguing, because of me. And I'm the cause of everything going wrong because I'm not well, and I just want to be okay. I want everything to be normal, to go back to normal so I can feel normal!" I sob out, my heart beating so fast in my chest it feels like it is going to burst out of my skin.
"Bug, listen to me. How many times do I have to tell you that none of this is your fault. None of it, I promise. It has to get worse before it gets better. Things are going to get better. I know they are, I'm going to be by your side through everything, the good, the bad and the ugly. Things are going to get better." Mom tells me as she moves my face in front of hers and rests her forehead against my own. My heart instantly slows as I take in the sincerity of her words. I nod my head letting her know I hear her and settle myself back onto her chest while taking a deep breath.
"Come on bug, let's sleep." I nod again and let my eyes close, I focus my ears on the beating of mom's heart and the steadiness of her breaths and let myself fall into the darkness.
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The car journey is extremely awkward. And what makes it worse is that it is awkward for no particular reason. It isn't like mom hasn't even sat in one of my therapy sessions before. Sure, dad is going to be there too but it isn't like he is privy to one of my breakdowns or worse.
Maybe it is awkward because mom's therapist is going to be there too and that leads into the unknown. But either way it is awkward.
No one has spoken a word since we sat down in the car. Even the radio isn't on. The only sounds surrounding us are the cars we pass and every so often a buff of breath let out by either mom or dad.
I wish I had brought my earphones so I could let go of this tightness in my chest on what is going to happen.
"Bug, we are here" My head shoots up at mom's voice and nerves fill my body. My head instantly drops as I get out of the car, I don't look up at all until we are in the room and sit down. I'm sitting in between both mom and dad. Mom's hand is placed gently on my make and I can hear them all murmuring as I bite my fingernails.
"Y/n? Hi, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Lisa, you obviously already know Louise." Mom's therapist smiles at me as I whisper out a greeting back, mom's hand is now running up and down my back. I feel like I can't get comfortable, I'm sitting right on the edge of the couch. My body is 100% on flight mode, I want to be anywhere but here right now.
"So I understand things have been hard for the family lately, would you like to tell me how things have been going y/n?" Lisa's voice has my eyes zoning in on her as Louise sits comfortably next to her, my eyes drift to Louises and she nods her head telling me it is okay to speak.
"Been alright, I guess." I mumble out. I feel like I have these massive walls right up around me right now. I don't understand why. Louise knows me, mom and dad know me. Maybe it's Lisa, because she knows mom, she knows mom better than me and I feel like I haven't known mom that well recently.
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LEFT BEHIND | Scarlett Johansson x Daughter.
FanfictionABANDONED - having been deserted or left. A relationship that seemed so easy to leave behind. A relationship that continued to spiral through the years as a mother makes a new life but seems to have somewhat abandoned her first. Left behind by her...