Filed to story: Gavin Landry and Judy Werewolf Story
I couldnt Tell her about the sadness and fear hidden in his eyes.
Please come downstairs with me and eat something … She was quiet for a moment, remaining unmoved.
Then, she sighed and lifted her head again, with a nod, she let me help her out of bed.
She looked so trail, and my heart tugged for her.
She clung to my arm as I walked with her out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
When we reached the living room, she sat on the couch.
She wouldnt look at me ; her eyes remained focused on the ground.
Im going to get you some food, I told her as I walked into the kitchen.
I grabbed a box of pasta from the cabinet and a jar of sauce.
I didnt have it in me to cook anything more than that.
I placed the items on the counter and looked in the freezer for meatballs.
When I saw a bag of them, I grabbed them as well.
I was a zombie walking around the kitchen, my mind on my parents and all they were going through.
My mother was in so much pain because she couldnt be with her mate.
I knew her wolf was shutting down.
I bit my lip as hot tears burned in my eyes ; Lcouldnt let myself break down right now, I had to be strong for my mother.
She needed someone strong and capable to take care of her and that person had to be me because there was nobody else.
I grabbed 1 orange julce from the fridge and opened the top.
I started to pour a glass knowing my mother could use the sugar in her system, but the bottle slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground.
I gasped, jumping back as orange juice got everywhere This time, I couldnt hold back the tears.
They ran down my cheeks as I fell to the ground with the orange juice, letting myself break down because of the mess.
Shit, Judy, I heard a familiar voice at the kitchen entrance that led outside.
I whipped around and gasped when Ethan walked in, shutting the door behind him.
What is wrong with you? Get up, he ordered, forcing me away from the orange juice.
I didnt have enough strength to fight him or tell him off.
I scurried away from the juice, as he grabbed some napkins and got to work cleaning my mess.
I wiped at the tears still lingering in my eyes and watched in silence as he finished cleaning the floor.
He stood to his feet and poured the glass of orange juice before putting the bottle back in the fridge.
He offered me his hand, which I hesitantly took, and then he pulled me to my feet.
What are you doing here, Ethan? I asked him, folding my arms across my chest.
Saving you apparently.
What are you doing on the floor? I spilled some juice, and I was cleaning it, I murmured ; he could see through my lie right away though.
Ive known you for a while, Judy.
You cant bullshit me.
What do you expect me to say, Ethan? That Im not okay? That my mother is depressed and barely eats? Isnt this what you wanted? For me to suffer? So why are you acting like you care right now when we both know you dont ! Judy ! My mother shrieked from the doorway, her eyes large and alert.
How dare you speak to him like that ! Mom … Hes going to be our Alpha, and he deserves our respect, my mother continued to scold.
Its okay, Mrs.
Montague.
How about you go and sit on the couch? Ill cook you some dinner, Ethan offered.vay of My mother beamed at him ; the first smile I had seen from her in a while.
Ethan always had a way bringing that out of her.
How very thoughtful of you, Ethan, she said sweetly.
Thank you.
She gave me another look before she turned and left the kitchen.
I spun around on my heel to glare at him.
What are you doing? I asked him, my tone dry.
Despite what you might think, I actually care about your mother and its hard to see her like this.
Its hard to see you like this too, Judy.
Go into the living room and spend time with her.
Ill cook you both dinner and then afterward we can talk.
I furrowed my brows at him, trying to figure out the gamme he was playing.
But I was too exhausted to think too much about it, so I sighed and walked out of the kitchen.
I didnt bother telling him that I already ate dinner because then he would just ask me innecessary questions.
My mother was curled up on the couch, staring at a picture of my father with tears in her eyes.
I saw beside her, and she was startled at my presence.
Why cant you just do what he wants so we can get your father back? She asked me, taking me by surprise.
I looked at her in disbelief ; if only she knew what it was he was asking me to do.
Because we dont need his help, Mom, I told her for the hundredth time.
I have us covered.
How? That tutoring job is hardly enough to pay off your fathers debt, my mother told me, her voice pleading.
We need him to come home, Judy.
I covered my mothers hands with mine, trying to provide her with some type of comfort.
And he will, I assured her.
I promise.
Not before long, the room was filled with the scent of garlic from the pasta sauce.