Abused by her.

Quince

(Andrew's P.O.V.)

I walked into the house, and called for my mom and when I didn't get an answer I decided to call out for her again. When I didn't get an answer the second time I began to worry. I walked up the stairs, and into my room so that I could set my bag down, and as I did I heard faint crying coming from the baby room. I walked across the hall and into the room to see my mother in the rocking chair holding a stuffed animal, and rocking back in forth as she cried.

"Mom. What are you doing?" I asked walking over to her.

"I lost two people in my life, and I only have one left." she said looking down at the ground, and wiping away her tears.

"But at least you still have that one right?" I asked  leaning against the wall beside the door.

"Yeah. I just wish I had you all."

"Mom." I said moving over to her. "Dwelling on the past will just make you more upset. I think that maybe you should go hangout with a friend. Not grandma. A friend." She looked up at me once I finished talking and smiled.

"You're right. I shouldn't be crying about something that happened in the past. All that should matter is what's happening now, and who's in my life right now." she explained standing up, and looking at me. She had to look up a little because I was taller than her.

"That's the spirit. Now go. Find a friend."

"Okay. Thank you Andrew. I can always count on you to make me feel better."

"It's no problem. You've supported me a lot in my life so I'm just returning the favor."

"Such a nice boy. I can't believe you don't have a girlfriend yet." She walked past me, and I fought the urge to tell her that I did have a girlfriend.

"Oh mom." I call out for her, and she turns to look at me.

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Martinez says hi."

"Oh. Well tell him that I am perfectly fine. He's always worrying about me, that man. Maybe you should date Ella. That would be so cute." She walked out of the room and I sighed walking to my own room.

I sat down on my bed, and tried to think of something else other than the dream I had last night. It just wouldn't go away. Since my mom was going out I decided that I could call Ella, and tell her about it. Maybe it'll make me feel better. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and tried to turn it on but instead got a plug in symbol. I sighed and got up to plug in my phone. Once it was plugged in I laid down on my bed. I heard a quiet knock on my door, and said come in while sitting up.

"Andrew." my mom said walking in.

"Yeah that's me." I said looking at her.

"You look worried. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Everything's fine."

"Andrew..." I sighed, and looked forward.

"I'm not okay."

"You had another one of those dreams didn't you?"

"Yeah. The last one had came true. I'm just scared this one will too."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"I just wanna forget about it."

"Do you want me to call the-"

"No. I said I I'd never go back there and that's a fact. I will never go back. I don't wanna sit there for an hour being hypnotized, and then have nothing change. Nothing works. Not even sleep. Everything just makes it worse."