"I'm hom-"
"Where the fuck is my beer!"
There, on the couch, my mom sprawls herself out. The room is dark, with only the dim blue television light to illumanate our dismal home.
"The fuck are you staring at?" She questions, as I can smell the alchol that lathers her being.
"No- nothing!" I yelp.
"Thats what I thought."
"Im sorry honey, its right here!" My father comes scrambling into the room with a bottle of beer.
"Fucking took you long enough. But at least your good for something."
Cracking open the bottle, she takes a hefty sip before spitting it out. "Blegh! Its flat you dumbass!" Taking the bottle, she throws it at his head, sucesffuly hitting her mark.
Biting his lip, his eyes begin to water, a large gash has formed across his head, as blood trickles down.
"Im sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Then clean up the mess bitch."
As always, he simply nods as he whimpers. His hands begin to bleed as he scoops up the glass with his bare hands.
"God, I do fucking everything for this family and you are all still useless."
I hate to abandon dad, but I know what mom will do if I stay here too long. So, attempting to sneak my way up the stairs- the inevitable demise strikes, as the wooden board of the loose stairs creeks.
"Where are you going, Feyfey? Come watch television with your mother."
"Uh- well- no- I, homework-"
"That wasnt a request, sit down."
Biting my lip, I fear whats coming next. "Yes, mother."
I attempt to sit on the opposite side of the couch, all while akwardly laughing at the game show she had on.
"Hey, why are you sitting so far away? Come closer. I dont bite."
Yes you certainly do. "N- no, im alright, its jus-"
Suddenly, I feel her hand clamp down on my thigh. "Im not going to ask again."
Attempting to act as though I were moving closer, I shift back and forth, yet its pointless. As I get within range, she wraps her arm around my shoulder and pulls me in next to her.
"See, isnt this better?"
"Um- y- yes."
"You love mommy, dont you?"
All I can manage is a weak whimper as I submmissivly nod. "Hm."
Like a anaconda, she has locked any attempt at escape, her arm practicaly in a choke hold.
"Im sorry that I yelled at you before. I had a long day at work, but you know how much I love you, right?" Her hand begins to reach into my shirt.
"Hm." I nod submissivly once more.
She begins rubbing her hand against my body as she lets out sensual noises. Her eyes constantly stare at places they shouldnt be looking.
"Jim, would you go out to the store and get me some cigarettes?" My mother questions, masking her intentions with innocence.
My father begins to head towards the door with that damn wilted expression- a self loathing pity.
She places her hand on my crotch as she continues to give me that perverse grin.
As my father reaches the door, he stops, clenching his fist, he turns around.
Like a lighthouse in the darkness of the night, a ray of hope appears.
That submissive nature is gone as he points accusingly. "I- I refuse, I wont just stand by and let you take advantage of Lerofey. Take you hands off him!"
Theres a pause before my mothers eyes narrow. Whipping her head around, she glares at my father like a loaded gun.
"Did you just fucking talk back to me?" She roars, picking herself up.
Like a paper to water, my father imiidetly crumbles. "N-no- im sorry- Im sorry."
"I bet you fucking are."
Despite his pleads, its too late. Lifting her fist, she hits him across the face, causing him to fall to ground.
"Go...get...me...cigarettes..." She commands.
Like a lightbulb being shattered by the uncertainty of of the night, my father retreats out the front door, leaving me all alone, unfortuantly, not entirly alone.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I attempts to backtrack, yet I hit the arm rest of the couch, indicating the true end.
She towers over me with that perverse grin.
"Feyfey, has mommy ever told you how much she loves you?"