Silver {FIN}

{49} A Mother's Touch

Her dark brown hair covered her eyes as she blinked multipe times. I let my lips tug on a smile as I brushed her hair away. She gave me a smile as in thank you. My mom liked her hair covering her face and my dad would move it away for her. I'm glad he doesn't have to do it anymore. Mr. Naz told me that her wounds were gone but they were healing under her skin. I didn't care. I'm just glad that she's breathing and smiling infront of me.

I frowned when I looked into her eyes. Why couldn't I have the looks of her? Why couldn't I have the looks of an angel but instead have the looks of a devil? What if my mom thought I was like her husband? Maybe I am. I'm a ruthless, blood sucking, freak who could kill someone by punching through their chest. My frown deepened. How could she love me? How could she love a devil child? What if I'm not her real son?

'Stop it.'

It's true. Her life would've been normal without me. I shouldn't have walked into the woods with Chase. We could have been humans.

'You don't get it, idiot. You were born as a freak but your mom didn't care because she knew and she loved you still.'

But what am I? No answer. I sighed and leaned my head on the mom's chest as she combed through my hair. She sensed that something was wrong so she asked, "Are you okay?"

I moved head up, locking eyes with her. Her brown eyes were filled with love and calmness. I didn't want to mess that up but I needed something to get off my chest.

"Mom," I started, "what's its like to be an angel?"

She leaned her head on the headboard and hummed. "Well, I have wings, and I love them, but they hurt sometimes and they're very senstive. Also, I get to hear God's voice. He brightens my day."

I nodded, biting my bottom lip. I knew she didn't love me. She's only for one reason and that reason is to find love. "But when you were born, you gave me light and this was my heaven. You are my angel, Eddie."

I rolled my eyes and smiled at her compliment. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have her. I would probably go nuts and blame everything that came in my way.

"What am I?" I whispered.

My mom smiled and closed her eyes. I waited for her answer but I only heard the steady beat of her heart as I lied with her. I needed to know what I was but it can wait. She's been through the death of her husband and her son being a black eyed freak. I moved so I lied between her legs and my head was on her chest. I grabbed her arms and wrapped them around me like a blanket. I closed my eyes and let myself fall into darkness. 

I giggled when her large fingers tickled my stomach. I pushed her hands away but they kept coming back. I didn't want to clean my room because why would I? It's so boring. My mom yelled at me when she saw me on the bed sleeping again, but she planned on tickling me until I woke up.

"I'm up! I'm up!" I yelled.

She laughed and put her face close to mine. "Are you going to clean your room?" She asked.

"Are you going to make me pancakes?" I asked back.

She raising an eyebrow, "are you making a deal with me?"

"Yes."

She laughed and tickled me again. She placed the tip of her nose on mine as we smiled widely at each other. I grabbed her cheeks and placed a small kiss on her forehead. I may be twelve but my mom knew how to take my kiddy side. And I loved it.

My eyes opened slowly as I rejoiced the memory. There was other memories that was about me and my mom but that one made my heart big. That was the first time in years since my mom tickled me and made pancakes for me and herself. I also remembered that was the day my dad pushed my mom on the wall and made her bleed.

I shook that thought out as Edgar growled in anger. I didn't want shift into killer mode. I was going to grab my mom's hand when I didn't feel her weight under me. I sat up and turned around to see nothing. I got out of the bed and looked around the room. Maybe she went to the bathroom. I walked downstairs to see Mr. Naz, Vincent, Clayton, Chase, and Serge in the living room doing their own thing.

"Did you see my mom?" I asked.

She's been inside a little too long and I was getting worried. 'Calm down, Eddie. Maybe she's taking her time. Y'know how woman are.' But she's different. She's an angel for fuck sakes.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't she in the spare bed sleeping with you?"

I shook my head. "She's not there."

"Maybe she went to the bathroom," Clayton suggested. The others agreed.

"Can you listen closely, Serge?" I said.

Serge nodded and his ears perked up and they moved slowly. They went down quickly and Serge's eyes went big. "Nothing in the bathroom."

He didn't have to tell me twice. My heart beat quickly as I moved towards the door. Serge was behind and grabbed my wrist. I pulled away roughly and swing the door opened.

"Mom!" I screamed.