We Want To Break Free ❤ (Sequel to IWTBF)

Chapter 7

"Mother?"

"Aren't you happy to see me?" She just pushed past me, not even bothering to wait for me to let her in. Harry's eyes grew slightly wider as she entered our home without a single warning. I followed right behind her and gave him a surprised look to let him know that this was unexpected for me as well.

"What are you even doing here?" I asked and crossed my arms as she made herself at home by sitting down in our living room couch. The same couch that Harry and I shared a quite intimate situation in only seconds ago. My cheeks flushed at the thought. 

"Since when is visiting your own daughter a crime?" I just rolled my eyes at her childish behaviour and sat down as far away from her as possible, Harry next to me on the armrest. I gave him a small nod to let him know that it was okay, even if my mother would mind. I didn't care.   

"Nice place," she admitted as she looked around the room. It's the first time she's here. Let's just say that our relationship hasn't improved. At all. I still hated her.

"Thanks," I said shortly and placed my hands firmly on my lap, not really sure what to say. I looked at my mother. Her face had changed. It's strange I didn't noticed it earlier, but then again, I haven't seen her for quite some time now. Dark circles rested under her eyes, her lips were dry and her hands had this weird trembling going on. Constantly. Her hair was just like mine, a mess, but I'm pretty sure it's not for the same reason. I looked at Harry in search for some sign that I didn't imagine it all. His eyes were focused on her nervous hands, which only confirmed my suspicions. 

"Are you okay?" I suddenly asked. Her eyes met mine. They were tired and, well, lifeless. She didn't have to answer that.

"Why are you asking?" she fired back, but I could hear that her voice wasn't far away from cracking.

I looked at Harry and placed a hand on his knee. He understood the signal and slowly stood up.

"I'm, uhm, just going to the gas station to refuel the car," he started. Maybe it wasn't the best excuse to leave, but I still loved him for trying. My mother didn't object, she was probably happy with him just leaving. He kissed the top of my head before leaving me alone with my mother.

As soon as the door closed behind him I turned and met her tired eyes once again. 

"What's going on?" 

"Nothing," she started.

"Cut the crap! Why are you even here? You haven't bother to call or stay in touch for several months now. And then you just show up at our home, thinking everything's as it used to be?!"

"It's not like that," mother explained and even put her hands up in surrender. I took a deep breath.

"Fine, what is it then?"

"It's Jim."

"What about him?"

"He's...well. We're over."

I blinked in surprise. Did my mother finally leave that hideous man, and not to mention his even more hideous son. I thought my mother and Jim would stay together forever, since he was good enough to replace dad.

"What? Why?"

"It just didn't work. We grew tired of each other I guess."

Somehow, I knew that she wasn't telling me the truth. Not completely anyway. But why would she come to me and tell me about it.

"You do know that this won't affect our relationship. I'm not going to jump into your arms just because you're going through a hard time."

I saw every word hit her like a gunshot, but I couldn't keep my mouth shut. My mother has affected me so much, in a negative way. The wall I've build up between us is strong, and can't be broken just as easy as that. Sure, it was hard for my mother to separate from Jim, but I just couldn't feel sorry for her. First of all, I hated Jim more than I have ever hated anyone. He's the reason I moved into my own apartment in the first place. All of that seems like a different life. It was before I met the family that truly cared for me. Harry's family. Second of all, my mother chose Jim over my own dad, she has herself to blame.