Still Trying

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Still Trying

It was hard to believe it had only been two weeks that his mother had been living in the house, two weeks of my mother stopping by, two weeks of no sex, itching, and irritation, I thought as I grabbed my yoga mat.  I played some classical music that I knew wouldn't draw Morowa's attention, begining my stretches, thinking on my 'talk' with my mother earlier in the week.

  She had come over to check in with Ewan about some information she had come across, coming and going without even looking at me twice.  I was tired of being treated like I didn't exisit, moving in front of her I said, "How could you just leave me thinking you were dead?  Your my mother!"

"You say these words as if they mean something," she said coldly, "All that I owed you was life.   I gave you that.  Let us not pretend there was ever more here."

"Why?  Why can't there be?" I asked her.

"Because your weak and I detest weakness.  You've always been weak, and it appears age has only increased it.  Between the ex-husband you let make a mockery of you and the way you hide behind others now...." she trailed off shaking her head, "The tears, the whining, the inability to stand up for yourself...I would swear you were no daughter of mine.  You are nothing like me."

I pulled my mind back from her words, moving from the position I was in to another, glancing at the clock, shocked to see I had already been at it for 2 hours, as Ewan came by, holding out vial after vial of potions to take.  The amount of things I was having to take to keep my blood from boiling over was insane, I thought to myself.  If someone would just tell Blaise's mom to leave, I thought, I could probably tolerate most of the rest of it.  She has taken her cattiness to a new level this week.

She was planning my wedding.  No one had asked her too, nor had she asked if it was ok, but somehow she had taken it upon herself.  I would walk into a room and find a completed seating chart full of people I barely knew, many of my friends not listed.  When I asked why, I was given a raised brow and told about how pure-bloods don't want to sit with smelly mongrels and vampires.  I wanted to tell her that no one wanted to sit next to the big bad bitch either, but I took a deep breath instead, giving her a smile as I reminded myself that she was here trying to keep us all safe.  I walked away, itching my collar bone again, wondering if I was gonna end up with a scar there from all of this.

Her next attack was centered around the men in my life.  Now yes, I know I have alot of guy friends, but her "Why do you need me son with the following of men you have built in around you?"  comment was just wrong.  It took everything in me not to flick her off.  On top of that, it took me a few days to notice the woman was rearranging my house, removing things that I loved to replace with things she found more acceptable.  Then there was the noises, she had a noise for everything!  From things she liked to things she didn't, sounds ranging from her annoying 'hmph' to a cat like 'purr'.  oh, and don't forget the...

I pulled myself back again, taking deep breaths, curling my legs under me as I leaned forward, stretching the muscles of my back, seeing now I was at a little over four hours.  Maybe I was doing it wrong, but the yoga did not seem to be doing me any good.  I sat there, thinking of House's snide remarks about my sex life, which now consisted mostly of kisses to my head or cheek since Ewan's very prescence kinda freaked me out ever since he explained that all his attention to my health made my body a total open book for him.  It was how he knew what potions I needed before even coming into the room.  In my head, I knew that also meant he would be able to read anything fun I did with his son.  The idea was just creepy.

Time continued to pass as I went through all the crappy moments of the week, only snapping out of my head to switch positions until I heard,  "Looking good, sweetheart."

I looked over slowly, almost wearily until I saw it was Blaise.  Smiling a little, I said, "Thanks..." pulling up to look at him as I asked, "How long do you think I have to do it before it relieves the stress like your dad siad it would?"

He leaned down, placing a hand gently on my back as he asked, "How long have you been doing it?"

I moved to sit in an almost indian style position, glancing at the clock as I answered,  "Ummm...6 hours?"

"Sara," He said gently. "Sweetheart..." he took my hands and pulled me back to my feet, "You're not supposed to do it for that long." looking over my face, he continued, "It's not helping at all?"

I blew my air out,  "Not so far"

She-bitch walked by then saying, "Very good, Sara. You just may be able to fit into that Couture dress I ordered for your wedding after all." Seriously?  I mean, even pregnant with twins I was not that big!  And what did she mean the dress she had ordered?

Blaise turned to her saying sharply, "Nene..."

Listening to her hiss at him, I turned a tight smile her way, my brow raised as I bit my lips, holding in my snide remarks.  I started up the stairs, shaking my head, mumbling to myself about how cats could be skinned for coats, stopping when I felt Blaise's hand on my shoulder, telling me he had Mimsy running me a bath "Just relax, One-temi. I'll be in there in a couple of minutes."  But I knew, I needed more peace than I would find in this house.