Witness Book Three: Broken (boyxboy)

Chapter 6: Mommy, I Love You.

Dedicated to my hoe, Cody, cuz he a boss ass bitch. ;3

I close the front door with a sigh. I got home without incident, thank goodness, but I can't stop thinking about what Alex said. Something about it irked me. It's not him, but it's more like what he said. It reminded me of those old romantic movies where the girl's psychological problems are romanticized, and I don't want that. So there is only one thing I can do, try and solve my own damn problems. I don't need to be rescued by anyone. I need to step up to the damn plate and help myself. Moping and hiding from my past won't do me any good, so I'm going to change my own life for the better.

And I'm going to start by talking to my mother.

Slipping off my shoes, I quietly slip into the living room, searching the room for any sign of her. I see her purse lying haphazardly near the couch, so I know she's home. Gliding into the hallway as gracefully and quietly as possible, I pull up short when I see a light shining through the cracks in her office doorway. It was supposed to be a third bedroom, but she turned it into an office after hitting menopause, being unable to have anymore kids. I swallow thickly when I hear her clicking away at her keyboard, typing something that's probably important. I don't want to disturb her, but I know that, if I chicken out now, I'll never get up the nerve to confront her.

I raise my fist and lightly knock a few times. The typing pauses, and a moment later I hear the chair roll away from the desk. Then, the door slowly opens. My mother is a rather petite woman. She's pretty short and very thin, and she has bright blue eyes with feathery black hair always cut in a pixie style.

"Hi, mom," I greet quietly.

She looks surprised to see me. Thankfully, there's no disgust or anger, just confusion. "Hello Austin."

It's been too long since I've heard her voice. "Can we talk?" I ask hopefully, making her brow furrow in even more confusion.

"Uh, sure." She steps away from the door and holds it open for me, allowing me inside. The inside is spotless, something I should expect. My mom has always been a bit of a perfectionist.

I swallow and sit in one of the chairs as she walks around and sits in her desk. 

"Now, what did you want to talk about?" She looks at me gently, as if I'm going to run away any second.

Shoving my pride aside, I come outright with it. "Why don't we talk anymore?" I hear my voice break slightly, but I ignore it.

She looks down and sighs quietly. I don't know why I didn't notice before, but she has heavy bags under her eyes and small tufts of grey hair scattered through her normally pitch black locks. "To tell you the truth, I don't really know." She looks at me with a sadness so profound it chills me.

"D-Do you blame me for what happened?" I can't fight the small tears that find their way to my cheeks, so I look down and let them fall to my jeans.

"Oh, sweetheart, no." She stands from her chair and rushes over to me, pulling me to her lovingly. She sighs. "In all honesty, baby, you look so much like your father, and it hurt to see him in you." She strokes my hair, the blue hair that I naturally inherited from my dad.

"So, you don't hate me?" I ask weakly, try and failing to fight my oncoming tears.

"You're my child. I could never hate you," she coos into my ear, filling me with relief. "In actuality, I thought you hated me." She chuckles quietly.

I finally wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her neck. I've missed this so badly. I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to hug my mommy so badly, but I was scared to. It physically hurt me. I lost my dad, and it felt like losing my mom as well.

"I didn't mean to avoid you, ya know." I peer up at her curiosly. "I had to work a little more to cover your medical bills, and I guess I became addicted to working. It helped ease the pain of losing your father." She looks down at me with a sad smile. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you, sweetie."

I can't take it anymore. With a loud sob, I begin to cry deeply, hugging my mom to me tightly. The smell of her feels so comforting. She smells like apples, but not the fruity kind. She smells like that green apple candy flavor. For some reason, I remember it being her favorite.

"Sweetheart?" She sounds worried and possibly even scared.

I continue to sob loudly, all the while she strokes my hair. "Mommy, I love you!" I cry out loudly, feeling so desperate and heartbroken that my chest aches tightly.

"Oh, honey, I love you,too. I love you more than you'll ever know."

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Hey my lovely little nuggets! I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! I know it was sad and all, but I feel like some family feels were appropriate ya know? Anyway, don't forget to comment and such if you have any suggestions! I'll see y'all nuggety readers in the next update! Have a fabulous day! Bai!!! >:3

-IggyScones