One Shot

《19》

Mae's POV

"That's your fucking idea?" I sneered at him. His words seemed to be just another blow to my already damaged heart.

Tommy grabbed my shoulders gently forcing me to face him, "Mae, I've been in contact with your mother for long enough now. Trust me, this will work. And if it doesn't, I'll personally call the police."

I nodded knowing there wasn't anymore options and time was running out.
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I knocked on the door hard enough so someone would hear me. I can't believe I was actually going through with this. Only seconds later, the door opened to reveal my mother. Now that I was this close to her, I could see the dark circles under her eyes. She had grown incredibly thin.

She cracked a wicked smile, "So my dear, have you brought what you needed to?"

"Yes, Mom. I've got it. May I come in?"

I saw a flash of guilt in her eyes when I called her mom; she definitely wasn't expecting that. Nevertheless she moved her frail body to the side and allowed me to step in. I had been in LA for about 2 months now and all this time, I never knew my mom was living right under my nose.

She led me into the kitchen and offered me a bottle of water, which I accepted. I pulled a chair out and took a seat, motioning for her to do the same. My mother hesitantly did so, "Well let's not waste time, child. Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."

I smiled at her, "Can we just catch up first? We haven't had the chance to just talk in so long." My mother seemed taken aback by my comment but she nodded her head anyway.

"How have you been mom?" I made my voice as sincere as possible. She looked to the ground before answering, "The truth?" I nodded hoping she would open up to me.

"I've been a bloody mess since I left. There wasn't a day that passed where I wouldn't think of you and your father. Not a single day. I knew I couldn't come back though I just couldn't."

A tear escaped her eye before she continued, "I came to LA to live with my sister, same place you've been staying actually. She was able to get me the help I needed. I was able to receive the professional help I had been seeking."

I finally spoke up, "what do you mean, mom?"

She took a shakey breath before pulling up her long sleeve to show me her wrist, "I cut myself. I had been doing it for a very long time. Your father didn't understand and you were too young to be burdened with. So I left to seek help. I became suicidal at one point but those days are behind me. Oh how I wanted to come back to you! I truly did! But I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle my emotions again and I would go back to how I was."

I was in utter shock. I grabbed my mom's wrist before showing her mine. We had cut ourselves in the exact same location. She looked up at me before pulling me in for a hug. I was hesitant at first but it did not take me long to wrap my arms around her shaking body. Sobs could be heard from the room as I held my mother, something I should've done a long time ago.

Pulling back she studied me, "I'm so sorry my dear one. I never wanted the money. I was just hurt. Hurt and confused and angry. When your father died, I realized that he was the only man who ever truly loved me. But I couldn't bring myself to face him again. I don't see how you could ever forgive me for doing this to you-"

"I already have," I rushed out. She looked like she would burst any minute with fresh tears.

I heard Tommy clear his throat behind me and I turned around to see him standing there with Nick.

"Nick!" I rushed over quickly to his side embracing him. He instantly wrapped his arms around me, "I missed you, Mae."

I pulled my face back some, "I love you, Nick." He responded by pressing his lips gently yet firmly to mine. This kiss wasn't like others we had shared, this one was full of hope, and a promise to each other.

"Good heavens, Mae, you're going to make me lose my lunch." I chuckled at my mom's words.

I know what you're thinking. How could I forgive my mom for everything she has put me through? And honestly, I don't know the answer to that. But I know that we both have been through Hell and back these past 6 years without each other. And I knew that meant something.

a/n
*unedited*
It's not over yet!