Son of a demon (Jeff the killer Fanfic)

Breakfast with Mommy dearest

I sat on the blue seats in the small booth across the square table from my mom, tapping my fingers against the table nervously. The whole time my mom talked to Terri, I sat there watching my hands shake and trying to calm down. For a rare moment in my life, I was terrified.

        "And how are you doin now, hon?" Terri asked me with a warm, familiar smile.

        "Huh? Oh," I regained conciousness of what was going on around me and looked up at Terri, "I-I'm fine." I said through my nervous trembling. My eyes were wide and I was sweating a little with slight fear and anxiety.

        "You sure? You don't look too good! You're shaking and sweating an awful lot!"

        "Uhh...ya know just... Boy stuff! Puberty and all that! Hahaha..." I trailed off with a nervous laugh.

        "Well, alrighty then! I better go check on your food, see you guys in a few!" Terri walked back into the kitchen and my mom burst out laughing. At first I was confused as to why she would do that. Obviously I was having a terrible time and it's not like why didn't get into a big arguement last night.

        " 'Boy stuff' huh?" She laughed, making air quotes when she said "boy stuff".

        "Uhh...haha...yeah...hahaha..." I trailed off laughing again.

        "You do seam a bit off this morning though...d-do you remember anything from last night?"

        "Uhh...well..." I scratcheed the back of my neck, silently scolding myself for sweating so profusely. I couldn't even bare to look my own mother in the eyes. What was wrong with me? Why was I so nevous? My mother had been my best and only friend for so long, so why was this so hard?

        "Well...we had an arguement last night about...about your father...and Adam..."

        "Oh, what happened?"

        "You were asleep. You told me that you hated Adam and you'd rather me be with him."

        "Oh....uhh....well...I uh..."

        "Jared? Do-do you really think that I shouldn't be with Adam? You need to be totally honest with me honey."

        "Uhh...well..." I started sweating and froze up, I couldn't upset my mom! "As long as you're happy, I'm happy." I managed to let out smoothly. I sat back in my seat and looked down at the pocket in the front of my hoodie that were being occupied by my hands. 

        "I'm glad to hear you say that honey, because I really do love Adam, and I want you to like him to. Don't you ever doubt for a second that I don't love you. You are the most important thing in my life right now!"

        "I kow mom."

        "Alright good." Just then our food was brought out to us. Terri started chatting with my mom again. All I could do was pick up my fork and move my belgian waffles around on my plate, slowly breaking it into peices. Why is it so hard for me to tell my mom how I feel? It's like I'm incapable of it. I probably just can't bare to do wrong to my own mom.