The Triangle

❥Warning:
Includes strong language.

-NICK's POV-
I couldn't believe it. My whole life, my mother has been away, not giving one single shit about me. Yet after all these years, here she was, standing in my doorway.

NICK:
"W—What're you doing here...?" My eyebrows squished together.

N MOM:
"I got a call about your father and knew I had to come down here."

I swallowed hard at her while clenching my jaw. We stood in silence for a few moments until Y/N spoke up.

Y/N:
"Hi. I'm Nick's friend, Y/N." She lightly smiled while holding her hand out for my mother to shake.

They shook hands with light smiles.

Y/N:
"I'll give you two some time to talk." She nodded then walked down the hallway to my room and shut the door.

Part of me wished she would've stayed here but, I knew that my mother probably wouldn't talk if she was.

NICK:
"What's the real reason you're here...?" I crossed my arms while slightly glaring at her.

N MOM:
"The real reason is because of you." Her lips curled down a little as she tilted her head, "Have you ever wondered why I didn't stick around?"

I immediately felt tears forming in my eyes as I frowned at her, my jaw tightening.

NICK:
"Yeah because you didn't want me..." I spoke quietly.

N MOM:
"That's what you've thought all these years?"

I nodded slowly, not meeting her gaze.

N MOM:
"Look at me."

I directed my gaze back to her.

N MOM:
"You didn't do anything wrong." She held my cheeks.

I swallowed hard as my eyebrows squished together in sadness. I felt my heart drop a little.

N MOM:
"I wanted you...more than you could ever know..."

My tears collapsed to her hands.

N MOM:
"Your father wasn't only abusive to you, honey...that's why I left..."

NICK:
"Y—You couldn't have taken me with you...?" My voice cracked.

N MOM:
"I was young...I barely knew how to take care of myself, let alone a child..."

My eyes fell to the floor.

N MOM:
"I'm sorry I wasn't here...and I'm sorry if I made you feel like you weren't loved but you were and you are..." She moved a strand of hair out of my face, "I've missed you everyday..."

Slight tears formed in her eyes as she sadly smiled at me.

N MOM:
"You don't know how many times I've wanted to pick up the phone and listen to your voice..."

My lip quivered as my vision became blurrier.

NICK:
"Really...?"

N MOM:
"Of course sweetie...I love you so much, c'mere—"

My mother engulfed me in a tight hug. I didn't think twice and embraced it back, crying into her shoulder. I cried loudly and messily, all while feeling her warm hug.

This moment was worth it.

After a few minutes of holding onto each other, the both of us shedding some tears, we split apart. She held my cheeks and wiped away my tears.

N MOM:
"I'm so proud of you for being brave enough to do something about your father..."

NICK:
"A—Actually um...Y/N's the one who called the police...I didn't want her to because of what would happen...Dad missed you so much...he would always yell and get drunk...he'd hit me because I looked like you and other reasons..."