heroes15: Confession.
”I’m really glad that you could see me today, Mom,” Gabriel said, a small smile appearing on his face, and he glanced up at her for a moment before he turned his attention back to his cup, twisting it in his hands. “It’s…it’s good.”
“Oh Gabriel, of course I have time to see you, you’re my son, I would never turn you away,” Virginia replied, a bright smile on her face as she bustled around the small kitchen, getting her own mug and a plate of cookies before finally sitting down to join him. “Here, eat.”
Gabriel smiled at her and took a cookie, nibbling at it a bit, though it was obvious that there was something on his mind as he set the cookie down and instead picked up a napkin, tearing at the edges of it and dropping the ripped pieces onto the table. Virginia of course noted that immediately and raised an eyebrow, looking concerned at him as she reached a hand out to take his and squeeze it.
“Gabriel, you seem upset, what is it?”
“What? No, Mom, I’m not upset. I just…there’s something I need to talk to you about,” he told her, and then gave her a reassuring smile as she looked worried.
It had been a long time coming, what he had to say to her. He knew that he should have told her earlier, but there had been something that had been keeping him from doing so. Maybe it was because he knew how she would react, and he didn’t want to face it, but it was time. He knew that it upset Peter too, even though he didn’t say anything, and that was the driving force behind it, for him.
“What about?” she asked, looking at him the way she did, her head tilted slightly to the side. He couldn’t keep her gaze though, and even went as far as to wrenching his hand from her hold to resume ripping up the napkin, just so that he would have something to do as he spoke.
“It’s about Peter…” he started out, but stopped, biting his lip as he tried to find the right way to say it all.
“Peter? Your friend, Peter? Oh he’s such a nice boy. So polite… Has something happened to him? Is he hurt? Are you not friends anymore?” she asked, and when he glanced up at her he saw that she was scowling at him, and he cringed, his gaze going back to his hands.
“No, Mom, it’s nothing like that. Don’t worry, we’re still friends. But, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He paused again, but this time she didn’t interrupt him, but whether or not that was a good thing, he wasn’t sure. “Me…and Peter. We’re not…we. We’re not just friends.”
He gulped and took a chance to glance up at her, and cringed again when he saw that she was staring at him, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open as she tried to process what it was that he had just said to her.
“M-Mom?”
“You…what are you saying, Gabriel?” she asked, her voice wavering a bit. “And look at me when you talk to me.”
He cringed again, but then forced himself to look up at her, gulping when he finally met her gaze. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to tell her, because he knew how she would react. He opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything, and when he didn’t after a minute she pressed her lips together.
“Gabriel.”
“Peter…and I. We’re not friends. I…we, we never were friends, either. I mean, we’re friends, but, we’re not just friends… Peter…and I are, er, together. And I’m happy. We’re happy, together. I’ve never been as happy as I am now, Mom,” he finally said, and looked at her hopefully, but the gaze that met him was so cold it made him shudder. “Mom…”
“Get out of my house,” she said, her voice low, and Gabriel’s jaw fell open, because though he knew that she was going to be disappointed in him, and upset, he hadn’t fully expected this.
“What? M-mom?” he asked, a soft whimper in his voice as his brain jumped back into motion and began to process what it was that she had just said. “I…Mom.”
“I said get out. You’re not welcome here anymore,” she hissed, and the cold, hard glare that she was giving him was enough to make him get up and back towards the door, though he stopped there, still gaping slightly.
“Mom, no. Don’t do this… It’s not a big deal, I’m still your son. This…it doesn’t change anything,” he pleaded almost, trying to reason with her, but when she got up and came towards him, she was still glaring.
“I don’t have a son like that,” she told him, her tone still cold. “I don’t have a son who’s going to Hell. Because you are, Gabriel. You’re damned, and so is he.”
Gabriel tried to find words to say, something that would make her change her mind, so that they could at least talk. He wanted to tell her, explain it. How it was a good thing for him, and how happy he was now, but before he could find a single thing to say, his back hit the door.
“Mom. Please…”
“Get. Out.”
He heard the door lock behind him, and though he knew that he could open it again with ease, he also knew that it was a lost cause. She wouldn’t change her mind about it, he knew that, at least not for a long time, and he knew that if he tried to press the issue that it would just make it so much worse.
He hadn’t told Peter that he was going to see her, nor did he plan on telling him that he had been when he got home. This was his problem, and he was going to have to deal with it. All he had to do was keep from letting on to that there was something bothering him, though if he could do that, he wasn’t quite sure.
“Oh Gabriel, of course I have time to see you, you’re my son, I would never turn you away,” Virginia replied, a bright smile on her face as she bustled around the small kitchen, getting her own mug and a plate of cookies before finally sitting down to join him. “Here, eat.”
Gabriel smiled at her and took a cookie, nibbling at it a bit, though it was obvious that there was something on his mind as he set the cookie down and instead picked up a napkin, tearing at the edges of it and dropping the ripped pieces onto the table. Virginia of course noted that immediately and raised an eyebrow, looking concerned at him as she reached a hand out to take his and squeeze it.
“Gabriel, you seem upset, what is it?”
“What? No, Mom, I’m not upset. I just…there’s something I need to talk to you about,” he told her, and then gave her a reassuring smile as she looked worried.
It had been a long time coming, what he had to say to her. He knew that he should have told her earlier, but there had been something that had been keeping him from doing so. Maybe it was because he knew how she would react, and he didn’t want to face it, but it was time. He knew that it upset Peter too, even though he didn’t say anything, and that was the driving force behind it, for him.
“What about?” she asked, looking at him the way she did, her head tilted slightly to the side. He couldn’t keep her gaze though, and even went as far as to wrenching his hand from her hold to resume ripping up the napkin, just so that he would have something to do as he spoke.
“It’s about Peter…” he started out, but stopped, biting his lip as he tried to find the right way to say it all.
“Peter? Your friend, Peter? Oh he’s such a nice boy. So polite… Has something happened to him? Is he hurt? Are you not friends anymore?” she asked, and when he glanced up at her he saw that she was scowling at him, and he cringed, his gaze going back to his hands.
“No, Mom, it’s nothing like that. Don’t worry, we’re still friends. But, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He paused again, but this time she didn’t interrupt him, but whether or not that was a good thing, he wasn’t sure. “Me…and Peter. We’re not…we. We’re not just friends.”
He gulped and took a chance to glance up at her, and cringed again when he saw that she was staring at him, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open as she tried to process what it was that he had just said to her.
“M-Mom?”
“You…what are you saying, Gabriel?” she asked, her voice wavering a bit. “And look at me when you talk to me.”
He cringed again, but then forced himself to look up at her, gulping when he finally met her gaze. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to tell her, because he knew how she would react. He opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything, and when he didn’t after a minute she pressed her lips together.
“Gabriel.”
“Peter…and I. We’re not friends. I…we, we never were friends, either. I mean, we’re friends, but, we’re not just friends… Peter…and I are, er, together. And I’m happy. We’re happy, together. I’ve never been as happy as I am now, Mom,” he finally said, and looked at her hopefully, but the gaze that met him was so cold it made him shudder. “Mom…”
“Get out of my house,” she said, her voice low, and Gabriel’s jaw fell open, because though he knew that she was going to be disappointed in him, and upset, he hadn’t fully expected this.
“What? M-mom?” he asked, a soft whimper in his voice as his brain jumped back into motion and began to process what it was that she had just said. “I…Mom.”
“I said get out. You’re not welcome here anymore,” she hissed, and the cold, hard glare that she was giving him was enough to make him get up and back towards the door, though he stopped there, still gaping slightly.
“Mom, no. Don’t do this… It’s not a big deal, I’m still your son. This…it doesn’t change anything,” he pleaded almost, trying to reason with her, but when she got up and came towards him, she was still glaring.
“I don’t have a son like that,” she told him, her tone still cold. “I don’t have a son who’s going to Hell. Because you are, Gabriel. You’re damned, and so is he.”
Gabriel tried to find words to say, something that would make her change her mind, so that they could at least talk. He wanted to tell her, explain it. How it was a good thing for him, and how happy he was now, but before he could find a single thing to say, his back hit the door.
“Mom. Please…”
“Get. Out.”
He heard the door lock behind him, and though he knew that he could open it again with ease, he also knew that it was a lost cause. She wouldn’t change her mind about it, he knew that, at least not for a long time, and he knew that if he tried to press the issue that it would just make it so much worse.
He hadn’t told Peter that he was going to see her, nor did he plan on telling him that he had been when he got home. This was his problem, and he was going to have to deal with it. All he had to do was keep from letting on to that there was something bothering him, though if he could do that, he wasn’t quite sure.