Motel 7 ➳ h.s.

S E V E N

So, it's quite ironic that the mother figure in this story passed away.....

I really didn't expect that to happen to Jay :(

This chapter is dedicated to Jay, we miss her and love her and she will always be missed ❤️❤️

(And I apologize greatly for the delayed update, don't kill me please, I was away but I'm back now!)

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I looked behind me once again, wondering if anybody was arriving or would be arriving soon, but I was let down for the fifth time today.

"Um, ma'am, if I don't begin the service now, I won't be able to make it to my next one," the priest explained, a slightly annoyed expression on his face, shining through the pity he held in his eyes.

It was my mother's funeral today, and the only people who showed up, were the priest, my little brother and myself.
I had a slither of hope that my mother had some lovely friends who would attend, or possibly even some family members who we did not know existed but I guess not.

I asked the priest if he could wait another five minutes, that slither of hope fading with each passing minute. I was disappointed. Not a single person arrived and we continued the service alone.

Asher had not stopped crying, quietly to himself might I add, from the beginning of the service until we arrived at home. I had attempted to soothe him, make him some hot chocolate, I even told him we could go out for a milkshake, but he would not speak a word to me. He would not even nod or shake his head, it was as if I was invisible to him.

"Ash, please, honey, tell me what is it that you'd like?" I asked him, once again, still receiving nothing but a blink in return.

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It had been three days now since my mother's funeral.
Three days since Asher and I had been alone.
Three days of me being my little brother's guardian, but also failing miserably at the job.
It had been three days, and Asher had still not spoken a single word.

I was full of nerves and anxiety, my only little brother blocking out the world around him. I knew how much he loved our mother, and of course I knew that her death would affect him, but not to such an extent. How was I meant to protect my little brother from the big world, if I could not even protect him from within our own home.

It was Monday today, which meant school, but after an hour of trying to get Asher to speak, or at least eat a little breakfast, I gave up and walked us both out the door and towards the ones that lead us into hell.

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After enduring seven hours of torture, not through working and studying, but rather through the torments of my fellow students, with nasty words being spat at me all day, I was in need a long rest, away from the rest of the world.

I walked to meet Asher at our regular meeting spot, only to find that he was nowhere in sight. With panic rising in my chest, I ran towards his classroom to see if he was there, and with noticing his fragile body slumped in his desk, a sigh of relief left my chest.

"Oh, miss Hawthorne, thank goodness you're here, please come inside, I would like to have a word with you," Asher's teacher spoke, her words sending panic through me once again. "Has something happened at home involving Asher?"