Disabled.

Thirty-Nine

Previously

He started to walk away from her but before he could get far, she held on to his arm and pulled him back.

"Listen to me when I talk to you. You may not like me but I'm all you've got now. After all, I'm your mother."

His hand balled into a fist and he shook her hand off his arm.

"Don't you dare call yourself my mother; you have no right to call yourself my mother," he said as he looked into her eyes. He didn't miss the pained expression on her face, causing him to breathe a laugh.

"Are you trying to tell me that you care about me now? You didn't even bat an eye when you left me after getting remarried--"

"You're the one who moved out!"

"But you could have stopped me! You didn't even come to see me once when you knew where I was staying!"

They breathed heavily as they looked at each other, both of them surrounded by their anger. But unlike him, his mother was able to push hers aside before saying,

"You may not like the fact that I'm your mother but you can't change the fact that I gave birth to you or the fact that I was once married to your father. And because of that, we're both responsible for his funeral--that's why I'm here."

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Thirty-Nine

Mason didn't say a word to his mother as she drove to his aunt's house. All he could do was look out of the passenger's window as he kept his hand balled in a fist, an attempt to keep himself from lashing out at his mother.

In his mind, he still found memories of when he had left home running in his head over and over. 

The sound of the engine turning off as they reached the house caused him to break his thoughts as the house came into his view. He silently unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, still not saying anything to his mother. He led the way and opened the door before they both entered.

"Mason, what are you doing here at this time--" his aunt begun to say. But the moment she saw his mother, she froze.

"I see you're doing well Amanda," his mother said. Mason noticed as his aunt seemed to break from the trance she had been in before walking closer to them.

"What the hell are you doing in my house? I thought I made it clear that I never wanted to see you near my family ever again," his aunt said. 

"Can't we just bury the past?"

"No you know damn well we can't just bury the past. After the way you left my brother so coldheartedly, how could you even suggest that?"

There was a moment of silence between them as Mason looked from his mother to his aunt.

"I don't know why you came but I don't care," his aunt then pointed to the door, "get out of my house before I do something to you." 

And before his mother could even reply, the door opened to reveal his uncle. He surveyed the scene with a surprised expression.

"Olivia, what are you doing here?" Mason looked at his mother to find her smiling slightly at his uncle.

"Hi Ben, I can see that you've been doing well. I came to discuss the funeral for Michael," she said before looking at his aunt, "but your wife was just in the middle of kicking me out so I guess I'll come by another--"

"No, no stay."

"Ben," his aunt said. Mason watched as his uncle walked to his wife and wrapped his arm around her before returning his attention to his sister-in-law.