Thread: I'm here for you (DarrenHX x graceful.vixen)

Gwen. He called her Gwen. She almost scolded him for it, but she resisted. They were still mother and son, but their relationship had changed. He was angry at her, she knew that. Gwen couldn't afford to let a little thing like him calling her by her first name get in the way of their first phone call in years. So she bit her tongue and pulled her knees up into her chest. I've seen better days, but hearing your voice has made my day better already, she said honestly. Darren was her world. He'd been so since the day he was born. The first time she held his little pink squirming form, she knew that that was it. She'd found the most important thing in her life. The best thing she'd ever done in this world. She was thirteen and his father, an eighteen year old junk yard creep, was long gone. They were in love once. Well she was in love. The minute she turned up pregnant he was spooked like a horse in a snake pit and got out of there as fast as one. Love seemed to be her downfall. It made her...crazy and in one moment of love sick haze and shock, she'd scared off the one person who ever truly loved her back. Gwen thought about that awful evening. She could almost feel her hand still stinging from slapping Darren. Not once did she hit him out of anger. Sure he got the occasional spanking growing up...but Darren had always been a good boy. He was respectful and sweet. The only time the ever fought was due to her lousy taste in men. She pushed her fingers through her hair, pushing out the memories of Darren shoving her onto the bed. She did it once more to discard the sight of him wailing on Jason, blood splattering, and that fateful slap that sent her son out of her life. The woman on the cot next to her stirred and took a peek over at her. She was obviously eyes the few suitcases Gwen had. She'd stuffed all the clothes and possessions she could into two pieces of luggage once she'd come out of a daze during the raid. It was all she had left so she had to keep an eye out on it during the night. Darren...I know we haven't been on the best of terms lately and I feel like I should cut to the chase. I owe that to you, she began as she shooed off the woman who was now on her feet and lingering closer. I'm so sorry for that evening...I know there's nothing I could ever do to make it up to you...but I want to try. And the first thing to do is apologize. You were right about Jason. There's no excuse for what I did...but for what it's worth neither of us will have to ever see him again... she paused, pulling her things closer to her. Everything in her was telling her to hang up. All he needed to know was that she was sorry. She regretted it. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was buttering him up just for a favor. It was all sincere. She didn't want to taint the last words she might say to her son. I love you, Darren, and there's not a day that goes by that I don't regret that moment of weakness... Alright everyone! Rise and shine! A woman with a megaphone appeared in the bunks to rustle up the last occupants. The shelter had a one night only policy, but it easily had the most comfortable cots. Gwen put her hand over her phone speaker, trying to muffle the noise. Your one night is up. If any of you need help finding more permanent placement, please head out to the front office and talk to one of our counselors. There's breakfast in the cafeteria and... Gwen grabbed her bags and clamped the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she scooted out into the far hall. Everyone would go for breakfast, meaning that the back hall would be clear and quiet for a moment. Im sorry Darren...I shouldn't have...I should go... she stammered. One of her bags slid on the tile and topple over. She tried grabbing the handle while she searched for the end call button. The phone was always a maze to her. She could never find the right button to push.