Save Me

Mom

"Nitorian?" I heard my mothers questioning voice. Still stuck underneath the sleeping triplets. How are they so compfortable? Their like pure muscle. I lifted my hand up through a whole in between their bodys. Despite being confined by them I had a lot of room for movement. "Present, don't worry. I can still breath. Though they are out like a rock." I pulled my hand back through the hole. The boys suddenly shifed in their sleep and my head is visable again. How kind of them. My mom was staring her eyebrows raised. "We were watching TV and I became a teddy bear. How was your day?" She shook her head chuckling. Yeah I'm one of the wierd ones. Before taking a seat on my right by the window. "Long. They told me, but I couldn't get off work. Sorry sweety." I smiled. I missed my mom. I missed her taking care of me. I missed her cooking, everything. I noticed the mist behind her eyes. I reminded myself this is temporary. "It's fine. Hey can you turn off the TV I can't reach the remote." During one of the boys rather untimly movements I had dropped the remote while trying to change the channel. She did, silence enthused us as she stared at me with knowing eyes. "We need to talk." Don't you just hate it. When someone corners you and then is just says: we need to talk. In your mind your like: Oh shit everything wrong I've done ever in my life. It's just an unessisary panic attack over leaving the milk out. Or not walking the dog. Those are not the words I want to hear on any given day. But here I am stuck under three of these hot teenage boys and my mom wants to talk. "Sure." I said casually. Her eyes seemed so clear of the mist. "I know you like them. We never really talked about you being... gay." I blushed making sure they were actually asleep. Am I really that obvious? "Is this really the place." Okay, I know my mom is crazy and all but seriously. Now, here, with them in the room? She rolled her eyes. "There asleep. And I rather do this now before you do something stupid." I groaned. Is she really going to give me the talk. This late in my life. Given this is my first romantic interest. Interest, I can only wish. "Mom their giant hunks of beauty. I'm me. Not likley to happen. And if it does we'll be safe. Against popular opinion I'm not an idiot." My mom smiled mischeviously. I shighed. If only. "Also, I know how... distant, I've been. We moved here to escape what happened. So we could move on. But didn't. I fell into my own hole, and I left you behind. Letting you fend for yourself. I, failed.... I failed to be your mother the time you need me most. Then I come back after you get hurt, and then find you were being hurt the whole time. Then ones that protect you are some random boys. What kind of mother am I?" She was crying by now. It's braking my heart. Even if later she might not remember a thing. "I'm not mad at you Mom. What happened is... hard, for the both of us. You deal with it your way and I deal with it my way. I don't blame you in the least." She looked at me smiling a bit. God I miss my mom. I know by the end of the week her mind will be muddled and cloudy. "You're to nice to me." I faked a smile. She didn't notice. I kinda wish she did. "You're all I have left." She chuckled waving her hand indicating the boys. "Not anymore."