As the weeks went by my mother continued to do two things: 1. Not telling me what the hell her and my dad were whispering about. 2. Ignoring me because she is pissed at me for having the upper hand. Finally, this Monday just so happened to be the day I get answers because my mom knocks on my door in tears, her typically perfectly curled hair is in a messy bun at the nape of her neck.
"Elizabeth? Can we talk?" She says quietly.
"Yeah. Sure."
"So what you heard in the kitchen was me telling your father not to tell you about our history." She starts as she sits on my bed. "We aren't soulmates. I met your dad in high school. One thing led to another. I'm sure you can piece the rest together. Now here we are."
"Wow. I was kinda of expecting that but hoping for something else." I mutter.
"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, dear. I'm ashamed. I never got to be with my soul mate."
The behavior now makes so much sense. "I need to stop shaming you, making you hide the art your soul mate draws. I love you, baby."
"I love you too."
She exits my room. Now I'm left wondering if there was something more. It seemed that way to me, I could read my mother well. I almost wonder if she knows who her soul mate is. Like she recognized the artist behind the drawings that litter my skin, or something. I know I will find out all of my mother's dirty little secrets. I lay I bed, but suddenly there is a gash bleeding under my eye. Shit. Who ever my soul mate is, he gets hurt a lot.
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Touch Of Serpents
FanficThis is a bughead SOULMATE au. Where soulmates can write on themselves and their soulmates can see it on their own body. expect a few twists in turns.. I am trying to make an original soulmate AU.
