A Guest

Xander's POV

I sucked in a deep breath, before exhaling again. One would think that I was exaggerating, but with what was coming, you would know that I needed all the peace and quiet I could get, before the storm started. And by the storm, it was nothing short of a nickname for the woman who meant the world to me; my mother.

"Xander dear, won't you welcome me?" her voice rang out into the living room.

Honestly, I didn't need to hear her voice to know it was her. I'd been expecting her for the past hour or two, that was why I headed down into the living room in the first place. Even after mentally preparing myself for her arrival days before, it still did nothing to help.

I cursed under my breath. I loved my mother but she was the most dramatic person I knew.

"Xander!" She exclaimed loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Did you not hear me?"