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Chapter 15 - "DON'T. Call me that"

She kicked him out. That’s it. That’s what happened. She fuckin’ kicked him out. How could she do that? That sweet and delightful person – how did she turn so cold on her own son in a split of a second? They are of the same blood. The same DNA and she had the freakin heart to say those words and kick him out. Unbelievable.

Well, I guess it could be believable because my mother did the same thing to me…only worse. But this is ED. He’s nice and sweet and funny and charming and kind and helpful and everything else a mother could wish for in her son. And she had the nerve to fuckin kick him out? What? God!

I was so shocked when she said those words to her own freakin blood.

*flashback*

We waited downstairs both if us very impatient. I could feel my nerves all over my body and my feet were trembling. My nail beds were gone because I had nibbled them down to the core with thoughts running through my mind of what could she be doing up there.

I know this moment. I LIVED this moment one more time. And it wasn’t pretty. I was afraid of what will happen to Ed when his mum comes back downstairs. Afraid of what she will say. Of what she will do. But mostly, I was afraid of how Ed will react to it all if the same thing that happened to me happens to him.

Thinking of Ed, I looked on my right and I saw him still sitting on the couch. He looks so…so…what’s the word?...

Calm?

I don’t even know. But he seems as if we just came here for a cup of tea and that’s. He is resting his head again the sofa and has one hand on the armrest and the other one just lying around lazily. His feet are crossed and elongated. His face doesn’t even show sadness or the tiniest detail of nervousness. I am pretty sure I am more nervous than he is.

How can he not react to what is happening? Or better yet, what is about to happen. Honestly, I am afraid of seeing his mum coming down those stupid stairs – sorry stairs it’s not really your fault. I’m just really frustrated right now. I don’t even think that that’s the feeling but I feel so much emotion right now. Anger towards his mum, fear or what will happen to Ed, sadness that I have to see my friend going through this, guilt that I pressured him into doing this. None of this would have happened if I didn’t force him to tell his freakin’ mum about his sexuality. But at the same time, I am happy and relieved that he took this step in his life and he had to tell her one day eventually. Maybe he wasn’t ready for it. But then again, maybe better now than later on. Everything happens for a reason right? I just don’t know what that reason is yet…

I notice my legs are still shaking nervously over and over. I look at them and I feel the tiredness in my legs from all the movement that I didn’t notice before how much they were hurting. I tried to stop them and calm down but I start biting my nails instead.

“Dude” I hear his voice call me and I can hear it is full of concern

“Hmm?” I say with my finger still in my mouth biting the last few nail beds I have. My fingers look horrifying right now.

“Are you ok?” he says with a small smile creeping at the corners of his lips as he looks at my now slower shaking legs and my terrible, terrible nail situation.

Is he really asking me this? Aren’t I the one who is supposed to ask him that question? But clearly he is fine. How is he handling this so well? Maybe he didn’t realize what his mum is about to do yet? AND IS HE SERIOUSLY SMILING RIGHT NOW??? WHAT THE HELL?

“Louis?” I find myself surprisingly shocked by the question and I didn’t realize I was literally staring at him as if he is the one who was supposed to answer me, not I.

I simply nod at him as I find it hard to form words right now. And he nods slowly back at me with pouted lips. Am I missing something here? Did I go blind in a split of a second? He is acting as if he knows what is going to happen next at it’s okay.

I keep on looking at the top of the stairs to see if there’s a sign of his mum anywhere around the house. But nothing. Is she even going to come down? Should we leave or wait for her? I am praying so hard that she will not come down. It will buy me more time to think this through. To think about where he will go, how he will live, what will happen to him, how will this change his future. He is so young to go through this.

Yeah I was younger than him when my mum kicked me out. But that’s my point exactly. It was so hard for me to get back on my feet and I still remember the pain I went through and I am still living the consequences even though 2 years passed already. I don’t want to relive that with him. But I will definitely not leave him alone.

I was deep in my thoughts from my past when all of a sudden

*BOOM*

My head shot up and I felt the lack of air in the room. Or did I just stop breathing?

I heard footsteps coming down and me and Ed both stood up from the couch as if prepared to whatever she is going to say. Prepared to leave.

In her hands, she carried two large bags and I felt my heart drop in my chest. I knew what that meant. I’m pretty sure Ed knew too. This was it.

I can tell she was crying cause her eyes were bloodshot red and her face was puffy. The tears were still clearly visible but stained on her cheeks. Her nose was red from what I think was the effect of her rubbing tissues from all the crying. But even though her image shows one thing, the confidence and reassurance she had in her voice were powerful.

It’s like there were two completely different persons in front of us right now. Ed takes a step towards her. What is he doing??

“Mum…”

“DON’T. Call me that”

WHAT?? My eyes go wide. So wide that I was afraid my eyeballs were gonna fall out and roll on the floor. My jaw drops and I can feel it hit the ground and I swear I heard a couple of teeth break. My body is completely frozen and I can’t make a single move. I want to go over there and shut Ed’s mouth but this is his fight and I can’t interfere between him and his mum. I’m just here for the moral support.

I can hear him let a deep breath but he lets her talk while I wish this will end soon. She drops the bags on the floor. She doesn’t even hand them over to him. It’s as if she doesn’t want any kind of contact with him. After she drops the bags, she turns around so that she won’t face her son or look into his eyes while saying what she was about to say because she was too afraid that if she looks at those crystal blue eyes, she will turn back from her decision. And she doesn’t want to turn back.

“Take the bags and leave. Don’t come back and forget me.”

Her voice was broken even though her words hit like bricks because they were that strong. I could tell she was crying. She hurried back upstairs so that she won’t break down in front of us. At that moment, I realized she wasn’t sure of her decision. Maybe it was the shock of the sudden news. She wanted to stay strong. She wanted us to believe she will not regret this. But I will not be fooled.

Neither of us said a single word as Ed lifted one bag and I lifted the other and we made our way to the door leaving the silent house.

*flashback ends*

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I can't apologize enough for being so late but so many things happened this month. My gandpa got really sick and died and then I crashed with my car so I'm sooo veryy really truly sorry. November wasn't a good month for me

But i hope this chapter made up for it and I hope you like it :) Enjoy a fetus Louis on the side and listen to the song while reading :D

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