Rescue - N.E.M Sequel

two

RESCUE

TWO -

Freshly showered and shaven, I walked out of the bathroom to see Mum had set out some clothes for me on the made bed. I almost laughed, my Mum hadn't picked my clothes for me since I was little and now here I was, a twenty-six year old man having to have his Mum help him through a simple task. I quickly dressed myself to avoid any awkward encounters and went off to find where Mum had gone to. A faint sound of music filled my ears as I approached the kitchen. I walked into the room to see Mum with a black bin liner in her hand and moving around the room quickly, shoving cartons and bottles into the bag. It was everything left from my dinners and when I'd been drinking, I hadn't bothered to clear it up as it was only me here now.

"Just leave it, Mum." I sighed but she didn't stop what she was doing and continued to buzz around the room.

"This house is a tip." She told me. Like I didn't already know that.

"Doesn't bother me." I shrugged.

"Well it should." She said and passed me a bin bag of my own. I looked down at it as if it was foriegn object I hadn't seen before.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I grumbled.

"Help me clean up." She told me.

"I'm not bothered Mum, it can wait until another day." I sighed stressfully, running my hand through my hair that was still damp from the shower.

"Now, Aston." She said sternly like I was back in my teenage years and refusing to tidy my bedroom which I quite often did. I let out another loud sigh before slowly starting to clean up the mess with Mum. We stayed in silence as we cleaned up and I started to wonder if she was mad at me for acting the way I did but surely she understood? My fiancé had died a week ago and I was just supposed to go back to normal like nothing had happened?

"I'll take them out to the bins." She said once we had cleared the kitchen, taking the bin bag off me and moving through the room to get the door back door. I watched her go before sitting at a stool on the island in the middle of the room.

"When were your bins last emptied? They're over flowing!" She shrieked as she came back inside. I shrugged and picked up my phone to scroll through it, messages upon messages in my inbox and on social media continued to buzz through to me, apologising for my loss.

"Maybe you should arrange to see your friends? Go out with the boys." Mum suggested.

"Why would I want to do that?" I asked.

"To do something else rather than sit around here all day!" She frowned, referring to my home which I hadn't left since last week.

"How can I go out and have a good time when my fiancé is lying dead somewhere?" I hissed at her, jumping off my stool and walking out the kitchen.

"Aston!" She called after me. I paused in my tracks and turned to face her. She came running out the kitchen in a panic.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to help." Mum said. I knew she meant it, all she ever did was care and I couldn't hold this against her.

"I know, Mum. I just need some space." I sighed.

"I'll leave you to it then." She smiled weakly at me.

"You can stay for a bit, I'm going to go for a walk though..clear my head." I told her, slipping on my shoes that were by the door. I grabbed my coat off the hanger and slung it over my arm, ready to put on in case I needed it.

"Text me when you get back home, i'll be gone before you get back." She said and I almost sighed in relief. Of course I wanted my mum around but lately everyone had been mothering me and trying to look after me. All I wanted was to be alone and grieve by myself.

"Thank you." I nodded.

"Promise me you'll be okay?" She asked, looking worried and it showed through her voice.

"I promise mum, I'm going to be fine." I smiled weakly at her.

"I know, I just hate seeing you like this." She croaked, her eyes welling up and she rested her head in her head.

"Mum.." I frowned, walking over to her and wrapping her in a tight hug. I hated nothing more than worrying my family, I knew this was tearing mum apart too but she was trying to say strong for me.

"I wish I could take away your pain, I can't imagine how hard this must be for you." She sobbed into me which made me hug her tighter.

"Its hard but you're all helping me and all your support with get me thet eventually." I told her. She pulled away and wiped under her eyes, stopping her tears from being uncontrollable.

"I'm sorry for crying." She sighed.

"Don't be silly, Mum, you were close to Hannah, you're allowed to have feelings too." I said, gulping as I said her name.

"Everything will be alright Aston." She told me, putting her hands on my cheeks as our hug separated.

"Well it can't get much worse." I laughed sarcastically, thinking how much rubbish had been thrown at me.

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