Behind the Mask

Chapter 15: Mom

Chapter 15: Mom

Once finals were over I left school like I was shot out of a canon. I didn’t want to face anyone, even people I didn’t know. One more day, then I could suffer without their stares and whispers.

One more day and I would beg for Alice’s forgiveness, and then I could finally tell someone. There was always my mother.  But I feel that she would only see disappointment in my actions. And even though it was hard to admit my mother is my world, it meant everything to earn her praise.

I pulled up to my house opening the garage. It was empty, no one home. I'm not sure whether that was good or bad. Getting off I wheeled my Ducati into the garage, it had began to snow again, and I didn’t need my bike to be covered in snow.

I dusted my coat of the few snowflakes that had yet to melt. With a deep sigh I got inside and took off my shoes and ditched them in the laundry room along with my coat. After that I began to make some hot chocolate.

I had seemed to have lost my appetite lately so food wasn’t really an option. Instead I settled down onto the couch for a movie. I didn’t feel like doing much else, I just didn’t have the energy to do much more.

I just flicked on the TV settling the first movie I saw. I felt so empty, nothing to keep my going. Not having anyone to talk to was killing me. Every good thing had been taken away. I should have made no attempts at revenge. It just all ended horribly. But then if I hadn’t I would have never met James.

I couldn’t decide which was worse. Meeting James and experiencing heartbreak or never meeting him and never creating those memories that will last forever. I just let out a small scream of frustration.

“Isabel?” My mom yelled her voice worried. She was in the kitchen I hadn’t even heard her come in. She walked from the open kitchen into the living room pausing over the couch.

I just looked up at her, her blue eyes filled with concern. I could feel my lip begin to quiver and the tears pool in my eyes. Then painful sobs began to rack my body as I lost whatever composure I had. 

My mother raced around the couch and took me into her arms. She rubbed my back rhythmically cooing nonsense words. Slowly my sobs became sniffles but she still held me in her warm embrace.

“Isabel?” She said tentatively looking me in the eyes. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”I nodded meekly, I couldn’t suffer on my own anymore, I couldn’t keep it all bottled up.

“Well Paul is working late so you have all the time in the world honey.” She smiled.

“It’s all falling apart.” I cried leaning into her shoulder. 

“What is?” She asked.

“Everything, I thought it would be fine but it’s all falling through my fingers so fast.” My mother just arched her eyebrow in an explain please look. So I told her, and she listened.

When I came to the point my story about the party I began to get choked up. To think of that happy memory gone wrong it stabs at my heart. So I stopped and took a deep breath, she would understand.

“Well Cameron was being a asshole and trying me to sleep with him,” I paused.

“Did you?” My mother asked her eyes wide.

“No, but,”

“But what?”

“It was James’ house the party was at, and I sat in his room. When he came up he helped me, gave me real clothes and tried to be there for me.” I stopped for a moment relishing in the memory. “But as I was about to leave I kissed him, and he asked me to stay. So I did, and well one thing led to another.”

“Did he force you?” She asked her voice plain and blunt.

“No,” I said. “He would never; he even questioned me when I reached for his shirt. I don't regret it; I just wish it could have had a happier ending.” I sighed leaning against my mother my sniffles getting louder.

“Then what is wrong,” She asked.

“He cheated, on Monday he was making out with another girl with missing clothing.” I said choking out the words.

“Oh baby,” She cooed rubbing tears from my cheeks. “To love is to feel hurt, I felt it with your father but he left and I was heartbroken and pregnant with you, but then I found Paul. He was with me at my worst, so he deserves me at my best.” She sighed giving me a hug. “I am glad you told me.”

“I am too,” I sighed feeling better. The load was quite as heavy now that I didn’t have to bear it alone. “I am going to bed,” I said getting up, my eyes were swollen and my nose thick with snot. I was a tired mess, I knew I looked awful, but I didn’t care.

“Goodnight mom, and thanks for talking.” I smile before disappearing up the stairs.

 Sorry I know it is really short but you needed to know that her mom and her fixed things. I hope to upload soon but the chapters are getting harder and harder to write so be paitent with me.