This Love 2

chapter 29

Cleo's P.O.V

"Mom?" 

My entire fucking life has been a lie. I could walk over to her and slap her, I should be happy, but I'm not. Niall puts me down, letting my stockings touch the ground as my heels drop in the damp grass; I stare at her in silence. Soaking in her facial features that she gave me while looking at her like she has shit on her face. The closer she steps, the more I step back.

"Sweetie, please I'm sorry that you had to find out like this." She brushes against my arm and for once I don't back away.

"Um..I'm going to go back over there with Harry and Piper." Niall says awkwardly and leaves past the gate. I don't respond because I'm still frustrated at him in some ways. I'm mad at both of them.

I'm pissed off at Niall by the way he practically went off on me in the tattoo shop and now he wants to actually do whatever he was just doing a few minutes ago. I'm livid at my mom.

"Do you know how many times I have cried my fucking eyes out because I missed my parents. I'm glad you're alive, but you waited almost twelve years to tell me! I thought you were dead this entire time. You messed me up, you really did. This isn't fair how you can just waltz in here and think everything is fine! I've cried myself to sleep so many times because I would never have a mother-daughter bond like I have been wishing for! But no! You decided to leave me with a sick bastard who-"

"Don't speak of Peter that way, he's deceased!" Her hand hits across my arm harshly just like she would whenever I was younger and I had said a bad word or was being bad.

"He was a lunatic."

"I'm aware of what he has done. Every time I tried to contact you, he'd change the numbers and I couldn't find you. We tried calling the police, but they couldn't track him, he just kept traveling. Yes, your aunt was on the airplane. Not me. They were going somewhere for me because I had to stay for a business trip, the airline people contacted your uncle because they thought it was me that was on the plane. Your aunt used my passport. So, no. That is your aunt's grave and not mine." She exlains.

"Well, what if you really aren't my mom?" I fold my arms across my chest, leaning on one of my legs.

"I am your mother Cleo." She chuckles.

"Yeah right. Prove it,"

"You still cross your arms if your mad just like you used to whenever you were younger. You have a birthmark on your butt, one of your ears are bigger than the other, and there's another birthmark underneath your armpit." She copies my pose whenever my eyes widen.

"Do you still like Cheerios?" She asks.

"Yes.." I try not to smile, but it ends up happening anyway. Her arms open and I slap my arms around her torse as we hug each other, I put my face over her shoulder and strain.

"You're squeezing me too tight," I say and she pulls me back by my shoulders.

"Aw, you still throw up a lot, sweetie?" She laughs whenever I nod, blushing.

"Ahh, just like your dad. That was awful. The both of you doing that all of the time, goodness I wanted to pull my hair out. Especially whenever you did it, Jesus for a small person you sure had a lot of vom-"

"Okay, okay. Enough about talking about my stomach." I remember Niall fussing at me about it.

We turn around whenever we see people walking to their cars and Niall walks past the gate, talking to Harry and Piper. I'm glad he knows that we still aren't on good terms.