WAYWARD 2: PERVERSE (Discontinued)

twenty one

I calmed myself down and I was still choking on my own tears.

"When I was about eleven. My mom died." I started. "Nobody knew about this. I'm only telling this stuff to you. I know I shouldn't be dragging you into this because this is my own personal drama but..I guess you'll find out sooner or later and I just to be honest with you about everything."

"When I was a kid my mom and I used to live here in Boston but then we moved, that's how Connor and I got seperated. When we moved, we stayed in a small apartment in downtown Manhattan. My mom would work three jobs just to support me. I was with a babysitter all the time so that she could go to work after I get home from school. I would basically find her in the kitchen in the middle of the night crying and cursing to my dad who wasn't been there for us from the start. So this one night she got home from work and I was in our small living room watching television and coloring some pictures in my old books it was snowing outside. It was December 23rd and I was so happy and contented. We both ate dinner and she put me to bed afterwards." I choked, Luke patted my back and he wouldn't stop staring at me with sympathetic eyes, "Anyways it was 12:10am of December 24th and I still remember it clearly. I got up from bed because I was thirsty. I heard screaming from the kitchen and I was so scared it was a voice of a guy and my mother. They were in the kitchen rambling about my mom owing the guy $500. My mom was speaking in a low voice telling that guy that I was sleeping that they should just keep their voices low. Of course the guy wouldn't listen to her. But anyways I thought that they were finished talking and when I came near the kitchen the guy started hitting my mom. I started crying and begged the guy to stop but he wouldn't. My mom saw me and she was telling me something but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't understand what she was saying. When she started walking towards me...when she started walking t-towards me-" I couldn't finish what I was saying. I can't believe how the event was still very fresh in my mind like it just happened yesterday.

"Its okay. I understand if you can't talk about it." Luke exclaimed placing his hand over mine.

I shook my head, "When she started walking towards me the guy grabbed her again. Mum got so mad that he grabbed something j can't remember from the kitchen counter and bashed it against the guy, of course it broke into pieces but it didn't stop him. He got so mad that he s-stabbed my mum multiple of times in front of me. He was even laughing when he did so. My mom was lying on the floor with her own pool of blood helplessly not even breathing anymore. Her eyes were open and they were looking at me like I'm some Angel. The clock on top of our television started alarming, it was 12:14am. The alarm sound made the guy panic making him run. I didn't know what to do. I cried for help but no one helped me. I was only eleven years old and I was sitting on our kitchen floor on my mother's pool of blood waiting for her to wake up even though I knew that she wouldn't because she was dead. I just don't want to admit it to myself that she was."

"I uh-I don't know what to say" Luke looked dumbfounded for what he just heard.

"Its okay. Like you said..'were okay.' I feel a little better now..now that I have someone who knows about it." It felt like a torn was pulled out of my chest.

"But..what did the police say? Did they ever found the guy who killed your mom?"

"They found me and my mom's body two days after the incident. I doubt that they did. They never contacted me about it."

"What the fuck? Two days?!"

"That's why I'm in so much trauma that every time the clock strikes 12:14 am in every 24th of December I just loose it like some crazy person. That's why last night I didn't know what to do. I'm just so lucky that I have you and I can run into you." I sighed once more.

"This is just too much to handle. Does your aunt knows about this?"

"I guess so. I don't really like talking about it that's why I never tell people the story how my mum died. I just flip every single time-" I wipe the remaining tears on my eyes.

Luke stayed silent. "I wish I already met you back in those years you felt alone. Maybe if I was there your mom would still be alive and you wouldn't be missing her like this."

I was surprised with what he just said. "Even if you were there you couldn't have done anything." I muttered,

"What made you say that?" He furrowed his brows,

"Because if you were with me that time then you would also be 11 years old! What could kids do against a murderer? Besides if I met you back then, then maybe I will only see you as a brother and I couldn't marry you."

"Fair point." He chuckled.

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Short chapter but I hope this chapter made it clear how phoebe lost her mom because I'm pretty sure I never explained it back in book one x