A Mother's Love

A Mother's Love

              This pain has became unbearable. At first all I felt was denial, but now my heart is broken, and I'm in shock. I never thought in a million years that I would find my son doing what he was doing. He was a star athlete in high school; the perfect gentlemen you might say. His prom was so lovely. I went as one of the chaperones, and oh, his prom date was just beautiful...Kelly Clarkson. She was just the type of girl my little boy deserved. They made such a nice couple. Although, everything came to a sudden halt last week.
    I had just gotten home from the grocery store, carrying more than a tiny suburban mom can. I knew James normally took a nap in the afternoons so I didn't want to call our son for fear that I would awaken him. He works so hard that once he's asleep it's certainly best if he stays that way. I sit what groceries I have carried in on top of the kitchen cabinet and make my way upstairs. I approach my son's door and notice that it's closed. Now that I think about it, it was a strange occurrence for his door to ever be shut, but at the time it didn't bother me. When I got outside the door I heard something like a muffled moan. My immediate thought was that my baby was hurt, so I burst open the door. What I saw made me freeze in terror. My son was on his bed with his high school friend Nicholas. They were shirtless, and even though they tried to straighten up as I entered the room, I knew what was happening. I turned blankly and walked back downstairs as if nothing happened. He came after me, but I greeted him just as normal as always. I hugged him and kissed his forehead.
    Now a week later, I stare down at my little boy sleeping so peacefully and remember the first time I ever held him in my arms. My little angel. For the past week the vision that I saw would keep entering my mind. Their arms entwined, lip locked. I think of all the problems he would face. My heart has been broken repeatedly this past week, every time the vision comes back into my head. He tried to talk about it with me, but I ignore him, staring off blankly at every mention of it. He's my little boy and nothing will change that. My love for him is still as strong as the day I first held him. The thoughts of all the pain he would experience leading... this lifestyle, however have swelled up inside me. His family would reject him, society would reject him, his friends would all disappear... his heart would die, as has mine. My love for him couldn't allow this to happen, couldn't allow him to be ostracized, rejected, and unloved. I had to do something. At first it's not hard to do. Just casually fluffing a pillow, smelling my son's sweet scent on it, feeling the softness of it... whoever thought that such a thing as soft and gentle would solve my baby's problems.

Reviews

[facadeofshadows]

This was fantastic! Very compelling. Did you get into my mom's head when you wrote this� haha.

Now, seriously, this is quite the subject to broach, and I think you did it well. I think this will hit home with parents and children who have gone through something like this. You use the horror twist at the end brilliantly.

There are a few grammar issues, and some other things I'd suggest cleaning up. I'll leave you a few notes so you know what I mean.

Good job.