Always Silent

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

"Mallory," I looked over my mother, she looked better and I began to wonder if Michael had put off the abuse.

"Oh my god," she burst into a fit and pulled me into a hug.

I reject it subtly by staying still; she pulled back when I didn't respond,

"I missed you," she sobbed, "Please come home, PLEASE!" she was on the verge of hysteria.

"I can't-" she cut my sentence off with a slash of her hand which wrapped around my middle.

Her tears soaked through the shirt I had borrowed from Nik, "Why not, I swear Michael's gone! Out of our lives please baby, come home," she pleaded.

"Mom I hav-" she cut me off in the midst of her hysteria I saw crowds gather looking at the woman clinging on to me like she's hung up on a scorned lover.

I pat her head my eyes frantically searching the crowd for help, but they all looked at my mother with pity, she doesn't deserve pity! "No please just hear me out," she tried again, the girl at the register had soon realized that it was of no use as I placed my credit card on her tab before leaving without my food and Mallory on my chest and six plastic bags in my hands.

"Mallor-" I grumble when she broke off my words with more words.

"Don't call me that!" she snapped, "I am your mother and I deserve the title," yeah and I wonder if Maxwell would agree with you now?

I roll my eyes, "Mother," I state like a woman from the sixties in a formal greeting. "I have to go back home to-" Nik, "to umm, to my homework," I jutted out.

If she knew I was living with a man at my young age she'd drag me back to the old house. "Home? You haven't been home in age-" now it's time for me to break her off in sentence.

"That's not my home, I meant my home," I watch Mallory cave into an almost psychotic cat lady speaking ninety to nothing.

"What! Where? When? Who, the beach isn't a home, please just come back, Michael is gone he is never coming back the police took him after I-I had called them...I'm sorry just please come home, you don't have to do anything Quinn, baby just bring your things back to the house and forget about everything. I need you at home with me I can't bare to lose both my children, please Quinn don't do this to me, I've already lost my heart and you made sure it was buried. I've changed just please don't be out there where nobody can protect you baby I am your mother! My responsibility. Mine." Her little tantrum reminded me of everything I hadn't had with someone close to me. An actual feelings conversation, when the person I'm talking to actually responds.

"Mallo-I mean mother, I have a lot of things going on school, my apprenticeship, assessment week and not to mention my husband is-" I stop talking when I uttered the word I shouldn't have.

SHIT! "Wait your married!" she screamed.

Grabbing onto the hem of my shirt she almost ripped the material by her fierce movements, "Yeah bu-" she cut me off.

"Who is he?" she pleaded for the answer.

"Nicholas,"

"Nicholas who?"

"You remember that guy I was with when Michael...yeah umm, Nik, his name is Nicholas," and he is the guy I am probably going to spend my life with.

"I meant his last name, I would know he is by his last name alone," my mother used to work at a bank and she would register statements, so it doesn't surprise me that she would know everyone's name.