PREVIOUSLY;
"Mom, whatever happened yesterday wasn't just a loss of self-control, it's as if you were pos-" She cut me off as she narrowed her eyes.
"Son. Enough."
"But mom! I want to know-!"
"Dale!" That made me shut my mouth and take a few steps back at the rise of her voice. "-Enough. Is enough." Then she left, closing the door behind her quietly.
What the fuck...
I let out a shaky breath as I plumped on the bed.
What in the actual flying fuck...
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CHAPTER 3:
FORGIVEN BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
We have been sitting in an intense silence in the living room since breakfast.
We were seated across each other- as I was resting my arms on the armchair, and my mother on the larger, furthest portion of the sofa. I don't remember the last time we were so far apart except for the times when it's necessary.
The level of unease and awkwardness were above the norm as neither of us said a word. I didn't know where to begin and I started to believe that she didn't either.
Mother sighed, "I deeply apologize. I acted out of character yesterday. I promise I'll explain everything the moment we get the time but I don't want things to be weird between us, especially when we are moving into a completely new environment." She looked at me with a gaze that held secrets, secrets so deep that I couldn't fathom what they are and if there was a bottom.
I knew that apologizing is a serious improvement on her part but I also knew that she didn't exactly mean it.
She is keeping something big from me. I believe it to be so big that it would change my life in an instant, the recent events have proved my train of thought even further, and since lying isn't my forte, I said; "I can't promise that. I love you mom, I do but I have been feeling weird about all of this. You are keeping something from me, and honestly, I don't want to hear it- at least not right now. I never thought that there would come a day that I'd fear knocking on your door, mom." Recalling the moment of hesitance at her doorstep yesterday, a jolt of goosebumps ran down my spine. Casting my eyes to my feet, I said under my breath, "-I don't want to feel that again, mom." I hate this feeling.
The feeling of uncertainty, The feeling of the unknown behind closed doors, I don't like these feelings. And with the recent train-wreck of experiences, I have come to believe that my life had just reached a point of no return.
I knew that from today onward, the sight of my own mother losing her mind would never leave my head, and somewhere deep down, I'd still be terrified of knocking on her door not knowing what was behind it.
Hearing a sniffle, I quickly raised my eyes to meet hers but they were covered by shaking hands.
"I am so sorry." She cried out, "-I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't know how to react any differently and I haven't considered your feelings. Please forgive me." Her teary eyes locked onto mine.
I saw a vulnerability that I had seldom witnessed. She rubbed her tears away with her arms and grabbed the nearest tissue to wipe her nose.
Feeling my tears fill the corner of my eyes, I made the first move toward forgiveness. Standing from my seat, I shuffled slowly towards my mother who noticed my approaching form.
She stood as well, looking me in the eyes before spreading her arms, an invite for a hug- there's no need for words. Wrapping my arms around her as she wrapped her arms around my torso.
Bringing me tight into her embrace, I felt myself instantly relax.
"I am so sorry, please forgive me." She cried into my shoulder.
"It's cool, mom. All forgiven." But never forgotten.
<------ LATER THAT DAY ------>
"Ready?" Mother grabbed my hands in her. I nodded with a stiff smile, still feeling shaken up from our conversation earlier.
"Yeah, ready." As a costume, before a long-distance journey, we sit for a few minutes and silently pray that all will be well and we'd arrive in one piece.
Mother put the house on sale so now we have only one destination in mind. The metropolitan of Solaris, Goldcrest- The finest and richest city in the country.
(A\N: Clearly, not real places on Earth.)
Unfortunately, I don't know much about it and I was never interested in researching so I don't even know what it looks like. All I know is that the rich dwell there, and they made it so only they could reside in that city.
How? You ask. By creating their own businesses, entertainment, rules, and laws- so anyone under the appropriate accepted standards of the city would only dream to step foot there. Some laws that are accepted in other cities around it, may not even apply to this metropolitan.
It seems that even the government came to terms that that city needs special attention- or none of it. Turns out, that Goldcrest has a ruler of its own.
Snapping from my thoughts, my mother stood, stretching and preparing for the long drive ahead but I was feeling dreadful. Even if I haven't lived here for a long time I still feel connected to this house.
It's so difficult to say goodbye and leave behind the things you love.
Without waiting for my reaction, mother grabbed my hand gently, tugging it so I'd stand on my feet.
"Everything is going to be Ok, love." She cupped my cheeks with her warm hands, weakening my doubts.
"Yeah." And so, we set out onto the road with the hopes of reaching the city by tonight.
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