From College to Crib

Chapter Description: Alice is a young woman who spent her childhood under an overbearing mother. Getting away to college was a revelation, allowing her to discover a world that she hadn't experienced growing up. Now college is over and Alice is returning home. She hopes her mother has chilled out, but it doesn't take long to realise that, college or not, her mother still sees her as the little girl she kept under supervision for her whole childhood. When the stress starts having an effect on Alice's body she is quickly discovered and things get worse from there. Despite her arguing and pleading everything starts to slide down a slippery slope that Alice can't stop. Can anything or anyone get her away from the madness? Content Warning: This story strays into emotional abuse territory as it goes on. I feel it's handled OK, but be aware of that when going in.

Alice is a young woman who spent her childhood under an overbearing mother. Getting away to college was a revelation, allowing her to discover a world that she hadn't experienced growing up. Now college is over and Alice is returning home. She hopes her mother has chilled out, but it doesn't take long to realise that, college or not, her mother still sees her as the little girl she kept under supervision for her whole childhood.

When the stress starts having an effect on Alice's body she is quickly discovered and things get worse from there. Despite her arguing and pleading everything starts to slide down a slippery slope that Alice can't stop. Can anything or anyone get her away from the madness?

Content Warning: This story strays into emotional abuse territory as it goes on. I feel it's handled OK, but be aware of that when going in.

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From College to Crib

By Elfy

“Hey, welcome back, Alice!” Shouted someone I recognised as a neighbour who lived down the street from me.

I waved back and smiled as I pulled my suitcase along behind me. It had been three years since I had first left town for college and now, I was returning not only with a degree but after graduating top of my class. My hard work had paid off and I was ready to take my first steps into the big wide world.

It was a lovely day. Summer was in full swing and I was ready for a little break before going out and looking for a job. I had my long light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail that bounced on the centre of my back. I didn’t particularly care for fashion or looking good but it kept the hair out of my brown eyes as I walked home from the bus stop.

There was a strange feeling at surveying my hometown again after years away. Everything was the same and yet different. Cars in driveways had changed, ornaments had been added to gardens, the road had been re-surfaced; it was like looking at a dream version of where you lived, it was all familiar but a second look showed that things had changed.

I hadn’t visited home at all since I had got on the bus for college. That may seem unusual but for me going into higher education represented a freedom I was otherwise never afforded. My mother was a strict single parent. Strict may be a bit of an understatement since she ruled the house like an authoritarian dictator. Her word was law and woe betide anyone who didn’t step to her beat. It was probably why dad left when I was a baby he left when I was a baby and I don’t expect he’ll ever be in the picture. Going back home after the freedom afforded by college, and especially after meeting friends like Kat, my best friend, felt like walking back into a part of my life I’d rather forget. Alas, I had nowhere else to go.

I took a deep breath as I reached the family house. It was a modest semi-detached home; the garden was meticulously neat and it was the only house that seemed to be completely unchanged from when I left. It was like I was stepping into a time bubble, as I approached the gate, I almost felt the years turning back, the butterflies started to take flight in my belly. I felt nervous.

“Come on, Alice. You’re just being silly…” I muttered to myself as I gripped my suitcase tightly, “You’re just coming back until you can get a place of your own…”

With a deep breath I opened the latch on the gate and let it swing open. I pulled my bag behind up down the concrete path and stopped just outside the door. My heart was hammering. This was not a reunion I was looking forward to. Living with mom scared me. I loved her, she was my mother after all, but I was worried she would put the bars up around me again until I could find a way to move out. I would be much happier if I was just visiting.

I rang the doorbell and waited. The world seemed to have gone silent as if it too was holding its breath in anticipation of my mother opening the door to see me. Perhaps it was just nerves but I reached down and absentmindedly flattened my shirt over my belly. I hated how nervous I felt. When the door started to open it still somehow caught me by surprise.

“Alice, welcome home.” Mom smiled as she leaned forwards to hug me.

“Hi Mom.” I replied.

“Your room is all ready for you.” Mom said as she pointed to the bottom of the stairs, “Do you need help with your things?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine.” I replied as I pulled my suitcase and bags over the threshold and into the house. The door closed with finality.

“Good, once you’re settled in, we’ll have to have a discussion regarding rent, chores, etc.” Mom said. I froze at the bottom step and frowned.

“Rent?” I asked with confusion, “I never had to pay rent before…”

“Yes, well, you are now a graduate, and I think paying your way is only fair.” Mom said. It was clear from her voice that this was not something that was up for discussion.

“OK.” I sighed. I wasn’t fine with it, but I didn’t want to have an argument right away. It was my mom’s house though and if she wanted to charge me rent there wasn’t much, I could do to stop her. I certainly wished the discussion could’ve waited until I’d settled back in at least. That wasn’t how mom worked though, she had the highest standards and I was expected to slot right back in as if nothing had changed.

I huffed and puffed as I dragged my bags upstairs. I was all brain and no brawn that was for sure. I was small, I would be the first to admit that, not tiny by any means but small enough for it to be clear my size was below average. I wasn’t fat but I wasn’t in shape either and my skinny arms struggled with the weight of the bags I had to take up to my room.

When I finally reached the landing, I was out of breath and even a little lightheaded. The hard work was over though as I walked down the hallway to my bedroom, a room I hadn’t seen since I left for college on my first day. I never came home during college breaks; I was having too much fun with the friends I had made. I could always find an excuse to stay at college. I even went to visit Kat’s family over Thanksgiving one year and the difference to what I was used to was like night and day. Rather than an austere and tense atmosphere where exact traditions had to be observed to avoid angering mom, Kat’s family were fun-loving and everything felt so… free. It made me wish I had been Kat’s sister. There was no way I could tell mom about that though, if she knew I had made an excuse to avoid her and visited someone else I would be in a lot of trouble.

My room hadn’t changed a single bit. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I was told that even mom hadn’t been in there. It was like looking into the mind of my teenage self. The walls were painted a faint pink, a relic from when I was young, and the unicorns and butterflies I’d haphazardly stencilled in white still remained. The posters of boybands I had adored as a teenager were still up. I grimaced as I looked around at them. I was embarrassed that these groups had once been like idols to me. Other relics included old stuffed toys on the shelves, photos of friends from my school days and a make-up dresser complete with movie star lightbulbs surrounding the mirror.

The bed was made and the furniture was all where I remembered it. I ran my hand along the top of the wooden desk and saw that my fingers left a trail in the thin layer of dust. I sat down on my swivel chair and finally let go of my luggage.

“Alice, sweetie, since you’re home could you help me with something?” Mom called from downstairs.

“Do I have a choice?” I mumbled before raising my voice, “What do you need?”

“Could you head to the shops for me there are a few things I need.” Mom shouted.

I sighed and let my head fall back so I could look up at the ceiling. The glow in the dark stars and moons I had stuck to the ceiling were still there. My muscles ached from the walk back home but I rose to my feet anyway and made my way back downstairs. Mom was waiting with a shopping list.

“You should be able to get it all at the mall.” Mom said as she handed me the list.

“Right…” I replied as I scanned the paper.

“Don’t scowl like that, dear.” Mom chided me, “It’s not much to ask.”

I didn’t reply but it should’ve been obvious that I was annoyed at having to help out. I was annoyed that I hadn’t even had a moment to rest, not to mention mom hadn’t even asked how college went or anything. I shouldn’t have expected anything else, of course. I knew how mom was, and this was all entirely in keeping with her character. It also reminded me that I needed to get a job and move out as soon as possible.

“Goodbye.” I said as I walked out the door.

Thankfully the mall wasn’t far away, and I was soon joining the crowds of shoppers meandering through the huge concourses with their plastic bags and screaming children. Taking a look at the list I thought there was a chance I might only need to go to one store. I walked towards the back of the mall where there was a supermarket taking up a huge amount of floor space. I walked inside and grabbed a shopping cart before starting to look around the shelves.

Half an hour later I had managed to cross nearly everything off the list. Only one item remained, and they didn’t have it in stock. I took everything to the checkout and paid before leaving the store and heading to the pharmacy, it seemed the next most likely place to find the home test kit Mom was after.

Next to the supermarket the pharmacy was blissfully quiet. I walked inside and looked around at all the various health related things. Until my eyes fell on some shelves near the back of the store. I turned away and started walking back to the front of the pharmacy.

“Relax…” I said quietly, “It was just because of stress…”

In the run up to my finals, when the pressure reached white hot intensity, I had experienced some issues at nighttime. I hadn’t told anyone but, on several occasions, I woke up in a wet bed. After the third wet night and knowing my exams were still two weeks away, I had eventually decided to buy some diapers. The whole episode had been intensely embarrassing even if no one had known about it and as soon as I finished the last exam I threw the spare diapers in the dumpster outside my dorm building. I wouldn’t need them anymore now that I was home.

I was so lost in my memories I almost walked past what I was there to buy. I stopped, picked up the last item on Mom’s list and then left the store. The walk home was uneventful except for the aching in my legs, I’m not made for lots of exercise, and I felt like I would need a few days to recover from all this walking.

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I spent the rest of my day in my room. I may only have just left college, but I was already missing my friends, particularly Kat, and so was on the computer messaging them whenever I saw them come online. The only time I left the room was for dinner. If any part of me still held on to the hope that mom had chilled out whilst I was gone, I was quickly disabused. I’d barely sat down when the interrogation started.

“Did you make any friends?”

“Who are they? Are they good people?”

“What were your grades?”

“Why didn’t you call more?”

On and on it went. I barely had time to eat as mom rattled questions off like a machine gun. It was like being accused of a murder and mom was the detective trying to force a confession out of me. It felt to me like she wanted me to say that I’d been partying too hard or something.

“Are you still a virgin?” Mom asked as casually as any of the other questions.

“Mom!” My eyes grew wide as I looked up from my plate, “That’s none of your business!”

Mom looked at me suspiciously, but the truth was I hadn’t done anything she would’ve considered “immoral” at college. I was still that good virgin girl mom wanted me to be. Truth be told I wasn’t the most social girl regardless. My group of friends were much more likely to sit around one of our rooms holding a book club meeting than going out to a club. Many would label us boring, but it was cosy and meant we all went home with great grades. That wasn’t to say that we never went out and got drunk, we certainly did, but next to the other students it was like we were in a convent.

For a mercy mom’s questions dried up after a while and I could finish the, admittedly delicious, meal in silence. Once I was finished with my food, I drained my drink and pushed my chair back to stand up.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Mom asked sternly.

“I… don’t think so?” I replied.

“Have you forgotten all your manners whilst you were away?” Mom shook her head in disappointment, “You are to ask to be excused.

“Mom, I’m not a kid anymore…” I sighed as I rolled my eyes.

I thought it was rich of mom to lecture me on manners when she had just interrogated me. She still hadn’t asked me about my grades or anything. It always felt like a one-way street with her, she demanded everyone be polite to her but conveniently forgot her manners when talking herself. Regardless, I could see she was not going to relent.

“May I be excused?” I asked impatiently.

“Certainly.” Mom replied. She waited until I had turned my back to the table, “Right after you do the washing up.”

“What!?” I exclaimed.

“I did the cooking.” Mom said as she dabbed her mouth with a napkin and stood up, “You know the rules.”

As mom walked past me and out into the hallway, I could only shake my head. “The rules” as mom called them were a strangely nebulous concept which could change at a moment’s notice. In fact, they did seem to change every time mom required them to. With a sigh I started gathering up everything to put in the sink whilst mom went to the living room and watched television.

Half an hour later I was finally finished and went back up to my room. I closed the bedroom door behind me and sat down on the edge of the bed, I was wiped out from the day. I got undressed and slipped underneath my covers as I yawned and looked at my phone. Before I knew it the phone had slipped out of my hand, and I was snoring.

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