A new story that I hope that everyone will like. I am trying to write something that has the potential to go on to become multi-part story. If you liked this story, I would appreciate your feedback. Please do leave your feedback in the comments section or use the contact option in my profile.
NOTE: Thank you to Wayne, MagicalFantasyKitty & Linnet for all your editorial help. I think it really helped me shape this story in a better way.
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It was a dry, pleasantly warm summer day. Catherine woke up, annoyed. The first thing she saw was the almost blinding golden light shining through the Tiffany glass window. She immediately wrapped herself up in the sheets and shut her eyes. The alarm on the nightstand next to her bed began to go off noisily. It was 8 am and the day was just another dull routine for her.
8 am already,
Catherine thought, groaning in the process.
She continued to lay in bed for a while, not wanting to start her day. Suddenly, the door to her room opened abruptly and a 16 year old, nicely shaped brunette girl walked in. It was her daughter Jenna.
"Mom, come on. Get up already. It's like 8:30 and you're not even up yet!" said Jenna.
"Actually, it's 8:23," her mother replied sleepily, pointing towards the clock displaying the time. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" asked Catherine.
"It's Saturday mom,"
"All the more reason to be in bed then."
"Come on! We don't have time for this again,"
"Just a few more minutes," said Catherine with a tone of annoyance in her words.
"Mom! Come on, you need to get out of bed. You can't stay here all morning, time won't wait for you."
Jenna walked over to the bed and pulled the covers from over Catherine's curved body. Catherine made a grumpy face at her daughter and Jenna snickered while they battled over the hot covers.
"Up grumpy gus, now!" said Jenna.
"Okay, mother." Catherine replied jokingly. "You don't have to be mean about it,"
Catherine very reluctantly got out of bed and got up, walking past Jenna, going into the bathroom.
"I'm going down to start breakfast," said Jenna.
"Okay, I'll be down in a bit, I guess." said Catherine.
Catherine walked over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her mid-length brunette hair, the same color as her daughter's, was a mess. She had morning bed hair and looked like a crazy Muppet. She was 35 but she had slowly begun to notice little signs of aging popping up on her face, wrinkles and some of the sort. She was getting older, day by day. She wasn't as slim as she used to be, but she was yet to be chubby either. The only things in the mirror that she didn't see aging were her firm, ample breasts. They were still young looking and decent sized. She was not a bad looking woman; she had just begun to stop taking care of her appearance ever since she had separated from her husband.
It had been six lonely months since she had found out that her husband, Harold, had been cheating on her. She had been totally oblivious to it. In her mind she had mostly blamed herself and how she had acted around him. Their sex life had dwindled and there was no spice (or sugar) left in their marriage. They rarely had sex and even when they did, Catherine mostly lay there lifeless while her husband fucked her viciously. She had still loved him even though there was no intimacy left in their long relationship. But the bastard had moved onto greener pastures and when Catherine had found out about it, she had completely broken down into a spiral of hatred and doubts of her own self worth.
It had been difficult, but she had asked him to leave their home right after the news was broken to her. The first month of the separation had been really tough. Catherine had hardly gone outside the house since her depressed state left her uninterested in pretty much anything. She had long thought of ending her life, but then it was always the thought of supportive Jenna that had stopped her from taking such drastic measures. Her life was on the rails and she felt completely lost and hopeless in the midst of all the drama.
Catherine willed out all the bad thoughts of her bastard husband and went about her daily routine to get freshened up and go down for breakfast. Once she was in the dining room, she could see that Jenna had already prepared the breakfast, with fried bacon, sunny side up eggs and buttered golden toast along with a choice of coffee and orange juice ready at the table.
"How long was I in the bathroom?" Catherine quizzed her.
"Long enough," replied Jenna, moving the chair to sit down.
"By the way, what are you doing up so early on Saturday, darling? You usually sleep in till late afternoon on Saturdays," said Catherine.
"You forgot, didn't you?" asked Jenna, clearly upset by the look on her face.
"Forgot what?"
"You promised to take me to the DMV today to get my learner's permit,"
"Oh my god! That's today?" Catherine cried. "I am so sorry honey, I completely forget everything nowadays,"
Jenna had an aggravated but pitying look on her face while Catherine looked apologetic.
"Mom, what's wrong? These past couple of months you've been completely lost," said Jenna
"What do you mean?" asked Catherine.
"You forget to do things and you're not taking care of yourself. I can understand that you're still not back to normal after the whole separation from dad thing, but come on mom, god damnit. You have to get it together, your life hasn't ended over one petty man," said Jenna.
"Honey, I admit I've had a tough time with the whole thing. But it's never easy to get over such things," said Catherine.
"Mom, I understand where you're coming from. Life isn't easy, but you have to move on. I don't want to see you falling into this giant hole that you won't be able to get out of. You know I'm here for you and always will be." Jenna was getting emotional, a tear forming on her eye as she uttered the words to her mother.
Watching her daughter getting emotional was tough for her. Her daughter was far tougher than Catherine could ever be. But seeing the teen shed a tear due to her blue mood seemed to shake her.
"I'll do better, I promise," said Catherine as she moved to her daughter and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her.
Jenna held onto her mother. In the last six months her mother had repeatedly declared that she would do better, but something in her voice was different this time. Jenna knew that this time her mother meant it.
"Let's tuck in to breakfast and go to the DMV," said Catherine, trying to clear the air.
Jenna shook her head.
After breakfast, Catherine took Jenna to the DMV. They put in the application for her learner's permit. It was a busy Saturday and there were quite a few other people, but they had got an appointment for Saturday and Jenna had been excited for quite a while.
"So where to now?" asked Jenna, giddy with excitement.
"Well, we need to get some groceries. I thought we could finish that up and then head home," replied Catherine.
"Groceries? Well, okay. But can we be done quickly, please? Maggie just texted me and she wants to hang out later," said Jenna.
They drove to the market and began to shop for the groceries. Catherine usually shopped for a fortnight for all the essentials that were needed around the house. It had been a habit for quite a while. Both mother and daughter navigated through the market looking for what was required for the next couple of weeks.
After about 30 minutes of going back and forth in the market, Catherine and Jenna proceeded to the checkout counter. Catherine began to empty the contents of the trolley they were dragging around on the cashier counter when suddenly she heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Catherine Martin? Is that you?" a bold female voice called.
The voice sounded familiar but Catherine had to turn around to see who it was. Then she got the surprise of her lifetime. It was Amanda Collins, one of her good friends from college.
"Oh my god! Amanda, I haven't seen you for so long!" Catherine cried with a big smile, forgetting her worries.
Amanda walked over to Catherine.
"How have you been?" asked Amanda.
