Alittle Too Gay

Lost And Found prt.2

The smell of sizzling bacon and burnt toast filled Jason's nostrils as he amusingly eyed his mother as she struggled to cook. It was somewhat humorous that someone who owned a restaurant knew little to nothing about cooking. That didn't seem to bother her however as she hummed an all too familiar tune, taking Jason back to a nostalgic period in his life where both of his parents were happily together. "Dinner's done!" She shouted excitedly as she handed him a plate of black toast and overcooked bacon.
"Scrumptious....", he said sarcastically, causing her to lightly chuckle. "Very funny." She retorted, and for a moment, Jason found himself feeling somewhat at home. It was however, short lived. Lydia, sensing the sudden change in his mood quietly took a seat and slowly began to eat. Their dinner was awkward to say the least, upsetting Lydia even further. How was it, that she couldn't even have so much as a simple dinner with her son? Had she really severed their relationship so badly? The sound of Jason's chair being pushed back pulled her from her thoughts, her brown eyes studying his tall frame as he stood up. Not meeting her eyes and without saying a single word, he turned on his heel and silently began to make his way upstairs.
Lydia didn't know what it was, if it was either the desperation to mend their broken relationship, or the fear of never being able to do so; but her small hand had quickly grabbed his calloused ones as she gripped him tightly. And surprisingly, he didn't immediately yank it away, nor did he make any smart insult, he was just silent, his body going completely still. "Please." She pleaded, something she rarely ever did. "Please don't go. L-lets talk! How about some mother, son time?" Her voice shook, being on the verge of crying. She didn't know why it was so painful to be in such a state whenever he treated her so coldly. She knew she deserved, yet her heart broke each and every time he would do so. There was a small voice in the back of her head, so small that it was just barely above a whisper. 'This is how he felt.' It whispered dauntingly. 'When you left him. Such a young child being without a mother.' The voice was right, God how it was right! All of this was karma for what she did, for how she acted. "You left me....", Jason said, pulling her attention away from deep within her thoughts. "You left me at a time when I needed you the most in my life. Why shouldn't I do the same?"
Lydia was quiet, after all, what could she say? She couldn't deny what he was saying because what he said was the truth.
Yet, she refused to release his hand. Afraid that he would leave forever like so many others. That he would disappear before her very eyes. "I love you....", she whispered, finding the words that had evaded her for so long. "You have no idea how much it pained for me to leave you, to leave your father." He snickered, unable to believe a word that left her painted lips. "Bull shit." He spat, turning around to face her so he could see for himself, her fake  expression, but what he was met with were very real tears. Stormy brown eyes battled her weary browns as she wept. Letting her hand slip away from his so she could hide the tears in which she was so ashamed of.
Jason felt his heart tighten upon seeing her break down. All of the six years he had known his mother, she had never cried. Not even when she left. To see her in such a vulnerable state caused a rush of emotions to overtake him. And, he hugged her. He pulled her shaking body into his arms as gently as he could and held her. She had quite literally, cried on his shoulder, her tears and snot soaking into his hoodie, but Jason found himself not really caring. This was his mother at the end of the day, and if she cried, he would comfort her, he wasn't a heartless person after all.
"Please." She sniffled. "There's a lot of things I should tell you." And so, Jason decided to listen to her, promising himself that he would only do it this once. Holding her by the shoulder, Jason seated her on one of the dining room chairs, as he too took a seat. He wanted to hear what she had to say, even if it turned out to be complete nonsense. Sensing his not so well hidden anticipation, Lydia started. "As you know, me and your father got married at quite a young age, and we had wasted that time in our life living carelessly and without worries." Jason simply nodded, just wanting her to continue. "Your father was a part of.... a very well known gang in our area. They weren't anything too serious, but they were trouble nonetheless. I had always told him to ditch them, I warned him that they were going to bring him down... but he listened when it was too late..... your father and his 'friends' had decided that they shouldn't settle on reeking havoc on supermarkets and locals, but should instead start stealing from people." She chuckled dryly. "As you could imagine it didn't go well. Luckily, they were caught on their first break in and were immediately charged. Luckily for your father, the judge was a friend of my family's and he was let off with a year's worth of community service. And that was the last straw for me. I couldn't handle his immaturity and carelessness, not when he had a wife and child to look after.... so I left and made a better life for myself." Jason's face still held his stoic expression, but his eyes told her everything. There was a conflict happening in his dark brown eyes. A war on how he should feel. He had thought his mother had left because she couldn't care less to be looking after a child being a beautiful woman in her twenties. And that was what he had settled on, that was what had driven his hate for all of these years.
He knew what his father had did, but he also knew that it was only because he was mixed up with the wrong crowd. His father had changed, he matured. If only she had been around to see it happen. "But that still doesn't change the fact that you left me! You could've told me why, but you made me feel as if it were my fault! I felt like I had torn you and dad apart!" Lydia's eyes softened at his confession, and she gently rested her hand on his only to have him immediately pull it away. "So what, you make your own life and get to ruin mine?!" It was Jason's time to cry. The anger, sadness and relief all hitting him in a harsh wave of emotions as he poured his heart out. "I'll never see my father again, the first relationship I've ever had is destroyed, and the person who needs me the most is alone.... they trusted me. He trusted me and I left him......", realizing what he had said he hung his head low. Feeling defeated because he had allowed such a vulnerable part of himself to be presented to Lydia. "I'm sorry...", she said, genuinely upset that she had unknowingly caused him such amounts of pain. "I didn't mean to destroy every meaningful relationship you've made..... but, I will try my hardest to mend them. That I can promise." She smiled at him and he found himself crying once more. Throwing himself into her arms as he did such a long time ago as he allowed the relief and warmth of the moment to embrace him.