𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕//𝕞𝕔𝕪𝕥 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ

I missed my friends. They had left earlier today with promises to come see me again if they had the chance, which I appreciated.

During their stay, they made it their goal to keep me happy and comfortable. And after a day and half, I was feeling good enough for us to actually hang out. We showed George around town, bringing him to our favorite places to hangout. He went out of his way to be especially sweet to me, buying me objects every now then just because he could.

Tubbo latched onto my hand, talking eagerly and including me in every conversation. I found it especially sweet when they mentioned my birthday to the others and how we would all need to celebrate together that weekend.

Tommy was still himself. He was still brash and insulted all of us whenever he saw the chance to. But, he continuously kept his eyes on me, making sure I was fine physically. And on the last sleepover night in my living room, he kept near me, whispering plans of us moving in together after graduation. I found it unrealistic, but I couldn't say it to his face when he looked that hopeful.

Now, I was sitting in my living room, having finished cleaning it up. And motherless apparently. She hadn't come at all the entire time my friends were over. But just as I thought of that, I heard the telltale sign of the door being unlocked. Looking over the couch, I saw her stumble inside, looking disheveled.

"You're home early." Mom looked up from shoving off her shoes, seeing me sitting on the couch, watching one of George's older videos on the TV. She smiled softly at me, though I couldn't see anything genuine in it.

"Good evening, baby." Her coos did nothing to stop my heart from beating painfully. "How was school today?"

"It's Saturday." She paused, her face cracking for a second before it returned.

"Oh. Well, how was your Saturday?" I paused the video, turning my body to fully look at her.

"Where have you been the last three days?" I got straight to the point, folding my arms across my chest. She blinks at me, laughing awkwardly.

"What do you mean? I've been at work this entire week, baby."

"Really?" She nodded, shoving off her purse and her outdoor coat. "Then why is it I picked up the house phone and it was your workplace asking if you could come in today?" She froze. "And then, they asked me why you haven't been in since your Sunday shift last week." Peering past her hair, she looked at me with guilty eyes and a frown.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I need time away. This whole divorce has got me out of whack." She walked up to me, kneeling in front of the couch. She grabbed my hands and suddenly, my throat started closing up. "I'm still working and I'll be better. I promise, baby." As she spoke, I caught a whiff of her breath.