A Deal Worth A Lifetime [ Alastor x Reader ]

Chapter 21: The Only One

"Momma?" Knocking on the front door to the house rather harshly, maybe she was losing her hearing in her old age? Entering the home and calling out for her again, was she mad because you hadn't visited in a while?

Heels clicking against the tiled floor of the foyer, taking off your shawl and hanging it up on the coat rack. She would be out of bed by now but it never hurt to check. Pushing open the double doors to the master bedroom, glancing around the space. It felt wrong being in her room, never allowed as a child.

The bed was made, lights to the bathroom were out and you were almost positive if she were looking through the closet she would've heard you come in. Leaving her room before she could find you and ream you out for invading her space. In the study perhaps? She took over where your brother left off and used the study to manage the files for the hotel. You never did get taught how to manage the hotel, always your brother.

Reaching your destination at the end of the hall, poking your head into the room. Nothing. She wouldn't be in the cellar, locked the darn thing up from outside and threw the padlock's key into the Mississipi. The only other entryway being through the kitchen. If she was in the garden this whole time. Making your way back downstairs and through the back doors. Just as you had suspected, in the garden.

"Momma, why didn't you answer my call this morning? Have you been out here since dawn or what?" Approaching your parental figure, she looked as if she was taking a nap over the fountain. It wasn't the first time you found her like this, up since dawn and getting tired by the afternoon, her solution to rest on the grass under the sun.

Getting close there was a horrible smell, the fountain looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in months. Disgusting, you'd have to call someone in your mother's place since she had clearly been too busy. Bending down beside her and attempting to shake her awake.

"You'll bake in the sun if you stay out here for any longer," turning her over to get the sun underneath that sunhat of hers, "momma?" She was bleeding from the nose, her skin a sickly green tint and had sunken in cheeks and eyes. Was she sick? Backing away and heading into the house, hands shaking as you called a doctor, hospital, anyone.

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When the doctor had shown up you brought him to the backyard immediately. It took him less than two minutes to tell you her fate. Asking you where the phone was so he could call the police and the coroner.

You simply sat on the grass across from her, staring. A warm summer breeze making the flowers and trees rustle. It was a beautiful day otherwise. Even after the coroner came and pronounced her dead and the police made their appearance you didn't have it in you to get up. Of course, they made you move elsewhere.

Sitting in the living room, a throw pillow from the couch in your clutches as you watched the fireplace. There weren't any flames, you just needed something to look at. Eyes following the details of its ornate patterns and the photographs atop the mantle. Music from the radio ending before a cheery voice came through its speakers. A small smile on your face as you closed your eyes, it felt like he was with you. Then it turned off.