Wherever You Go [Katy Perry Fan fiction]

Chapter Thirty-Five

I step down each of the stairs, getting just about half way down when I release a heavy sigh. I was tired, slightly aching around my wound, and knew that despite her complete over reaction just then, my mom is important to me and a fight was something I didn't want.

She had been under a lot of stress recently, having me being on my death bed not long ago and then having me go straight back to college afterwards. You see, she's the kind of mother that likes to fuss and keep an eye on you, just so that she's sure you're safe. It puts her mind at rest. So when she wasn't able to do that after I came out of hospital, it made her worry.  Of course I completely understood that, because I understand her and the way she thinks, but the way she stormed out just then on me was completely uncalled for.

Instead of calling her outside the door again, I don't say anything. I decide to take my chances, pulling down her bedroom door handle, expecting to not be able to open the door. She must have locked it incorrect.

When the door opens, I'm met by the sight of her back facing me as her thin frame lies on the bed. Her body gently raises up and down whilst she breathes. Her hair is spilled out over the pillow.

Slowly I walk around the other side of her bed, waiting to come face to face with her. I pass the beautiful wooden dressing table full of her make up, hair products and skin creams, along with a silver framed photograph of me and Lucas on his first birthday. It makes a smile form on my lips.

I peer around the bed, seeing my mom's eyes closed. Bits of her hair sit fallen across her cheeks, making the black strands look so prominent against the paleness of her skin. Each strand glistens under the beautiful light pouring in through the massive windows facing Los Angeles's beach. The view was jaw dropping actually.

I kneel down in front of her as she lays there, looking down at her hand as it clutches the case of her pillow.

"I know you're not sleeping," I whisper, "ignoring me isn't the way forwards."

It takes a couple of seconds, but after a few breaths of air, slowly her eyelids peel open and I'm met by a big pair of glossy blue eyes. I feel as if I'm looking into my own.

She doesn't say anything, instead she just lies there looking at me, watching me carefully. Her thinking face is present and I know she's getting ready to say something. So I just wait. I rest my chin on my hand and I wait patiently.

It only takes a couple more seconds for her to part her lips, running her tongue over them for moisture. I raise my eyebrows in question, and she knows I'm waiting for some sort of explanation. Why did she storm out on me like that? Why had she spent all morning barely speaking to me and thought I couldn't trust her? I knew it was something to do with last night's conversation.

"Are you here for an apology? If you are then you might be waiting a long time," she speaks, pushing the duvet cover off of herself so that she can sit herself up against the cream pillows behind her.

"I want to know what all that was about downstairs. You know, I had to end the call with-"

"Oh no, not end the call with precious mommy," sarcasm drips from her mouth.

I feel my fists clench slightly. I really did think me and her were past all of this now. I thought we'd got through that years ago. The whole growing up with two mothers thing and being raised by Mary. It hadn't come up in a while. I thought she was past it.

"For someone who has two kids, you're not all that mature are you?" I ask, to which her head snaps in my direction.

I feel the burning sensation of her eyes glaring into mine. They're not blue anymore, but more of a dark gray, ice cold colour. Her forefinger is tapping against the soft cotton of her black leggings whilst she looks at me.