I Hate Clichès

Mom of the year and Old feelings arise

Avery's P.O.V

Haven't you ever felt like you don't belong? Or like you stick out more than a sore thumb? Well, that's only a part of the feeling I have as I stand in the hospital waiting room. The other half is worry and it seems to consume me whole.

In this whole month of November I have made and received approximately 127 calls, but in this time only two stuck out; the first one was of my mom, the second from Natalia's mom.

I still remember the call I got last week from my mother. Her voice was still the same; high-pitched and demanding, like she owned the whole god-damned world. Her words were more Like an order, telling me she was coming home to stay for a while since she felt ill.

Ha! I bet the whore got something from one of her lovers.

That day, Tuesday November 18th 2014, was the first time I had heard her voice in five years. Crazy, huh? Well, what I expected was for me to scream at her and say 'No you can't come home!' but what I did completely terrified me. I cried.

I cried and I cried, asking her why she left me and my dad and Charlie and Noah. And what did she do? She yelled at me! She yelled at me saying that, and I quote, "I have a life Avery! And that life is better without you and those brats. And don't even get me started on your father, he's a selfish bastard and never has time for me. Leaving you all was the best choice I have ever made!"

And it hurt, each word was like a slap to the face. Hitting me harder and harder each time. And that small child in me, who had all the hopes in the world that his mommy loved him and was just on a business trip, that child who still thought that one day his mommy would come back and apologise to him for being gone so long and kiss him and hold him close; that child died.

He died and I came to a realization; I had no mom. A mom is supposed to be there for her child, to help guide them through the hard and confusing and terrifying thing that is the world; a mom is supposed to love and care for her child, making sure he or she never goes to bed without knowing how much she loves them. A mom is supposed to be there.

My mother never was any of those things. She never told me that she loved me. She never helped me, never was there when I needed her. To me she was just a stranger who made me call her mom.

That call made me furious and at peace and sad all at the same time. Furious because of the hurtful words she had said, At Peace because I now knew how it was going to be and that I knew what relationship I had with my mother (which was none); and sad because one day when Charlie and Noah would be older and they would ask why their mom wouldn't visit, I would have to tell them the truth.

The second call was like taking adrenaline straight into my vines, every part of me awoke with a mission; to get Natalia. It sounds ridiculous, but god something about that girl just makes you care.

It was afternoon when I got the call. Her mom sounded tired and I wondered in my head what the hell was going on. Then she said it, "Natalia's hurt and we need you to take care of her."

She was about to say something else but that was all it took for me to gather my things and rush to get there.

I should have guessed something was wrong, I mean I haven't seen the girl in four days!

I know I shouldn't feel like this, but I feel like I have to redeem myself to her, to make up for that rushed and heated relationship we had before and start a new one.

Before I left I made sure everything was perfect; cleaning the house, even my room which she would be staying in seeing as I wasn't letting her out of my sight; making sure our project was done and perfected in every way, getting all the make up work she would have to do to catch up (even though I did most of it) and I even took the liberty to go to her house and gather some of her things.