A Trios Love (MxMxM)

79. Mum??!!

She was so calm, like it made sense that she was there. Will placed his hand on my knee, thinking I was just nervous. She walked closer, each step echoing in the large dining room.

"George." She states emotionless.

"Mum?!" Will and Josh looked shocked at the woman walking towards me. Each step she took forward, I matched, stepping back.

"Been a while, hasn't it?" She was acting like nothing happened in the past. Like her being alive makes sense. It felt like my heart was in my throat, making it hard to breathe, to speak, to really do anything.

"Don't." I say, barly above a whisper. "Don't act like this is fucking normal."  I didn't know how to make sense of anything. I saw her die. She was looking right at me as dad... as dad... as he did what he did to her. She died. She was deemed dead. If she was alive, there wouldn't be a grave for her. There wouldn't have been a funeral.  I remember everything... I think I remember everything. Obviously, I don't because that's my mum standing in front of me like she was never hurt.

"George, I know you don't understand, but I can explain." There was no emotion behind her voice, like she didn't care. I used to dream about the thought that neither of them had died. That I would open my eyes and I would be back in my old dining room and it was all just a fucked up dream. Or that I'd wake up and mum would come and hug me, confirming that it was all just a nightmare. I never thought that she would actually be alive, and I never expected that she would be so emotionless towards me.

"I don't want to. You're meant to be dead, I watched you die." There was nothing else to say to this woman. She wasn't meant to be here. This was impossible. I couldn't stop seeing her eyeless face. Her body limp  righ next ro dads when I left the cupboard. I remember the red and blue lights flickering on the wall and the police entering the room, seeing what's happened. I remember them walking to the cupboard and seeing me there, stilled in shock.

"There's some things to talk about, george." She had no care in her eyes. She didn't care for me. She didn't want to talk. This wasn't my mother. But it was. The mother I remember was sweet and caring and was happy. She lived a small and happy life with her husband and her kid. My breathing became un even and it became hard to swallow.

"Back up, lady, you're not to get too close to George. That's what we agreed on." Will says, standing right in front of her inches away, towering over her. She didn't flinch nor seem to care.
She sat down at the table, motioning for geirge to sit on the other side of her. He ignored her, standing as far away as possible from the woman. Back against the wall.

"You want some explanations. Don't you?" She had full control of the situation. Everyone was on edge. The tension is as thick as frozen butter.  I gave a nod, eyes still wide, flinching at every movement she made. Will and Josh sat either side of me glaring at her, holding my hand or squeezing my thigh, reassurance that if I wanted to stop, they'd make it happen.

"Talk." I whisper out, trying to suppress the tremble in my voice.

"You weren't meant to live, George. It was illogical. When I got pregnant, I just wanted to see how long you would live. I'm a demon, your father a human. I had my doughts that you'd be one of the very few to survive. When I pushed you out and I heard you crying... I didn't expect much. I tried killing you many times before. I don't know why I could never go through with it. And your father was obsessed with you. Too obsessed." I dig my nails into the table. "You were the perfect child, happy. I didn't know what to do with you. I couldn't kill you.

You kept growing. I just assumed you were all human, but I couldn't sense a demon within you. I didn't want you to have one. You hit 6, and I started to feel it. It was young but powerful. I couldn't have that, I had to suppress it somehow. I..." She sighed, thinking of her next words. "I got my friend, a demon spirit, to possess your father. I needed to be out of the picture, and I needed you to see it.

You were more attached to me than you were your father, and I knew it would hurt seeing me die more than your father. I painted the image of me dying to destroy your brain for a while. Truma stunts everything, after all. I didn't know your father would kill himself after."

"Why not let the demon shit grow, huh? Why make me believe you got brutally murdered by my father?!"

"That demon was gonna swallow you whole. You wouldn't have had the desirable human trait. You wouldn't have morals. You would be ruthless and evil. And it wasn't like I could teach you how to control it."

"I have a question." Josh speaks up after a while of silence. "Why couldn't we smell that he was a demon."

"Half demons don't have a smell. Most demons don't have a smell till they're fully developed. Listen. He can not develop. If the demon king gets a wiff that there's a halfie he will kill him faster than you can blink. Half's are strong and unpredictable and he doesn't want them around. He can't control them like he would the average demon. So stop poking around in demon shit or you'll have something worse than a shittly little wolves war on your hands." She warned. Everything else she said, I zoned out. I couldn't focus. I didn't know how to. I find something out about myself, and now I just have to not? I just have to ignore it like it was never a thing.

"George." I hear faintly, I'm looking down at my legs now, one of them bouncing up and down. "George." The voice says again. A hand comes into view, placing it on one of my hands. "George!" I look up. It's Will. I look ahead of me, my mother's stone cold face staring at me.

"Did you ever love me? If dad wasn't there, would you give me this cold look every day?" I asked, glaring at this point.the fear had been moved aside and replaced by anger. "If you had never done that to me, would you have told me you were a demon?  Would you have told me that part of me?!" My voice gradually got louder every question I threw out. "You fucking left me! Only to come back and drop that fucking bombshell on me and then I assume leave again! Into thin fucking air!!" Her face was still a blank slate. She didn't care one fucking bit and a part of me wants to kill her for that, the other part of me still loved her. Wanted to believe she cared enough and loved me too.

"Training starts tomorrow." She says calmly, a look of confusion washes over my facial features. "You need to learn to control your emotions first. You get angry at nothing. And it'll get worse if you don't learn to control it. I'll stay for a week but that's all. It'll draw too much attention if I stay too long." She says, getting out of her chair and walking back to the door.