Chapter four: Howard
A/N: Again, thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoy it!
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" eleven year old Howard opened the door to his house, setting his backpack down on a nearby chair. "Mom? Dad?" His calls were met with an eerie silence. "Howard...," he heard his mother call out softly. Following the noise, he found her lying on her bed, cradling a pillow to her chest, crying silently.
"Mom? Mom, what's wrong? Where's Dad?"
The mention of his father sent more tears streaming down her cheeks, staining the pillow.
"He left." She answered so emotionlessly, as if she were trying to distance herself from the situation.
"Left? To where? When will he be back?"
Mrs. Wollowitz could only cry more in response. She stuttered in between gasps, "H-he's not c-coming b-b-back! H-he l-left!" Howard didn't know what to do. So he did the only thing he could think of: he held onto his mother, gently stroking her back.
How long has she sat here, he thought. How long was she left alone, crying? He promised himself, at that moment, he'd never let her go, never let her be alone again.
A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! I realise it's not very long, but there wasn't very much to work with. I decided to only address the issue of living with his mother, and not focus so much on the womanizin part of him. I wanted to show exactly why he stayed with her all this time.