"Mom, I'm home" Harris said while entering the living room of the 2 bedroom home that he shared with his mother. The paint of the have slowly losing its allure, the kitchen smelt like boiled eggs and spaghetti with sauce a meal he has become accustomed to. He entered the kitchen seeing his mother busily doing the dishes.
"Lemme do it." He said as he took the sponge from her hand and proceeded to clean a plate. His mother looked at him, she looked older than an average thirty-eight year old. Her face covered with thin lines, sleep bags and fatigue.
"You should rest." He recommended, his mother shook her head.
"I have work to do. I can sleep later." She said. She was an editor for an author that wasn't paying her well due to economical issues.
"I can do it for you. Just go sleep after dinner." Harris replied. The room was silent as they sat down to eat.
"Harris, your dad is worried about you." Harris'mother said breaking the silence. Harris stared at his mother.
"Mom. Dad.... He's dead." Harris choked out. "He's been dead for three months."
"See! This is what he's worried about! He's not dead, he's right here!" Harris' mother said as she pointed to the seat opposite to Harris, there was no one seated.
"Mom.... Have you taken your medicine?" Harris asked her, she shook her head.
"I don't need it. Your father said-" His mother was about to say.
"He didn't say anything he's dead! Why can't you just accept it?! He's not coming back. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever!" Harris screamed angrily at his mother. He just couldn't take it, everyday she comes home looking like a mess. He doesn't know if her medications are even the cause of it, she doesn't want to go to the hospital again. Harris' mother looked at him stunned before tears started welling up in her eyes.
"No, please don't cry. Mom please don't." Harris pleaded as he went to hug his mother tight. "I'm sorry for yelling, please don't cry. I'm here, I won't leave. I promise." He added trying to soothe her.
"I want to go to bed." She finally choked out through the silent tears. Harris escorted her to her bedroom.
"Good night, sleep well." He told her as he silently closed the door and went to his room. After staring at the ceiling for a while, Harris paced around his room before picking up a book and reading.
"Well Mammon, I guess the breaking part would be the easiest place to start." Asaroth noted as he and Mammon stared into Harris' room. Mammon nodded as he watched Harris start to doze off.
"Oh, it will be."